Trail of a Dead Man
06-01-2017, 10:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2017, 01:57 PM by Bastien.)
A lost and forgotten figure wavered amidst the hushed gathering of stone. He was nothing but a body of bones and desolation beneath their uneven shadows. Solitude clung to him as the surrounding world continued on its path without a trace of concern for his torment. The very sun seemed to pull her delicate fingers from the ground he trod and skitter around his cursed hide, leaving the airs chill to press around him. If any of the high and mighty gods did lay claim to the heavens, they had certainly turned their gaze away from Bastien long ago.
Cold and forever growing weariness proved to be a trying duo for the sickly lad. Joints pulled with every halfhearted stride in sheer defiance of his youth. Starved muscles twisted into knots as a result of their angered fits. Even his eyes had begun to pester him with faltering colors and dizzy images. Hunger and thirst were nearing the end of their rampage and had reluctantly settled in the dusty corridors of his thoughts. He moved with a fading resilience on this wayward odyssey, fearing only that he may not be able to get up again should he stop now. Perhaps it would be a better option to succumb to such a fate, for there was nothing Bash had that was truly worth continuing for.
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