06-08-2009, 12:30 AM
The leader had spent too much time locked up as of lately and he had little knowledge of what had been going on in the packlands. Since Cinder had been killed he'd neglected his duties and kept his feelings and emotions locked up tight. How Miriette had managed to drag him back to his cabin he didn't know but he hadn't had any want to leave since then. He'd lived off of what dried meat he'd had stored around the place and oddly enough he hadn't thought to drink away the misery this time around. Instead he seemed to be nursing the pain and letting it cut at his heart and soul over and over again. He hadn't saved her, he couldn't save her.. was his life worth more than hers..
He sat on the backporch and stared out across the lake, the sound of the birds cheery in his ear, the buzz of the summer insects as they flitted about.. there was so much going on all around him and yet he saw nothing. A shadow crossed overhead and he barely glanced up, the action when he did, slow and drawn out. Where he belonged he wasn't certain but he didn't believe he belonged where he was now, what sort of leader was he.. he lowered his head and thought about the one thing that had been coursing through his head lately. He wasn't fit to lead alongside Jefferson.
He sat on the backporch and stared out across the lake, the sound of the birds cheery in his ear, the buzz of the summer insects as they flitted about.. there was so much going on all around him and yet he saw nothing. A shadow crossed overhead and he barely glanced up, the action when he did, slow and drawn out. Where he belonged he wasn't certain but he didn't believe he belonged where he was now, what sort of leader was he.. he lowered his head and thought about the one thing that had been coursing through his head lately. He wasn't fit to lead alongside Jefferson.