Private for Vesper near Dapplebrake Creek. Optime form. Dated for today, November 28th, if that's okay?
Restless he was. The sun had already set and the injured man couldn’t find sleep calling forth. Instead, he lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling of the ancient mansion with his blue eyes peeled open. He was directly on his back, one arm crossed over his cream chest and the other at his side. His shoulder wrapped in bandages as was his right hind leg. It had been a week and some odd days since he had been found at the borders of this clan that he seemingly joined. It had been with his will. He wished to repay them… repay them for practically saving his life after it was supposed to have ended the day he met the pale Aemon. He was a pawn thrown by the High King of Vorrakess and he was not supposed to come out of this war plan breathing, but decaying along the ground with numerous other bodies bitten by war. With him, there would have been a pause in battle. They would hold a funeral once they found his mangled body and then, the true war would begin. The allies of the mountainous kingdom would be called and they would battle at the sides of his former home against the roguish Zheynche enemies.
He did not regret this. Merely, he laid here thinking of what he had done wrong and why he was currently alive. What had he to live for now? The repayment of rescue would only last so long. After that, what would happen? The Vorrakess would not be welcomed home as a hero, but rather, if he showed his face it would be taken as a failure of military planning. His mismatched ears drew back and he moved his right arm and stretched forth it to the ceiling. His fingers, one by one, curled out as if he were reaching for something. And all at once, they clenched back together in a fist and his arm flopped back down at his side. His lips were dipped in a frown. Wolfgang was troubled. Truly troubled.
He thought then of the love that could have never been… the affair he had committed. Surely, when the secrets of his relationship with the wedded Crown Princess was unearthed, he would be further discriminated. It was better to stay away from his beloved mountainous kingdom no matter how much she called for him to come home. He had to resist the temptation to walk and allow her to wrap her arms around him. His lips parted and he lipped unvoiced words before he drew himself carefully up and placed his good arm as support to stand. At first, the hybrid remained wobbled. He stepped off his stained cloak to which he had been laying on, shook it rather awkwardly with one arm and then, wrapped it around himself. The thick deer fur would perhaps make the man a bit too warm during his secret exploration tonight, but it would make it so his injuries weren’t as noticeable… that he wasn’t so noticeable as he slipped out of the mouth of the Mansion and into the forest that he now knew was called the Forest of Nod.
The night was quiet besides his unbalanced footfalls. His blue eyes glanced, following each slight rustle or movement out of the corner of his eye. And while he refused to show his emotions now that he was out in public, he was still cautious… still wary of what exactly resided within Inferni. He knew not of any other members but those who had taken care of him, and he assumed they were only a very small portion of the clan. Inhaling a breath rather loudly, he followed the sound of water running, thinking that perhaps after a drink and this walk that he would no longer feel so restless. Sleep was what he oh-so-desired at the moment, even if she, too, shunned him. He licked his lips as the trees slowly thinned into a clearing around the small creek. Upon seeing a large rock, the hybrid took his seat, curling his tail to the side underneath his dark brown cloak. He motioned his hand and pulled off his hood, his long, black hair drooping over his eyes and down his shoulders.
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