you were brave

*Fracture* · 08-24-2019, 12:02 AM

It was humiliating, for not just Fracture but Winterfell as well. How had this happened? One moment Fracture thought he was following his code of honor and rescuing an innocent, but then the next he was being taken to the ground by some hulking giant. He couldn't blame the man - Fracture perhaps had let his emotions get the better of him by insulting the saber-toothed wolf's skills - a lost fight was a lost fight and nothing to be ashamed of. However, along came his King, Tyranis and even Heloise to his aid. The two men had melee'd Sirius for disrespecting Winterfell, and then they too had lost. Fracture wasn't sure what might come of the brawl, but at least he was sure he wouldn't be forgiving himself for it anytime soon.

He made his way to a tree outside a nearby stall, where the crowd of wolves was thinnest. Everyone seemed to be clamoring over two slave sales in the far end of the market, and Fracture sure as hell wouldn't be showing his face there again in another failed rescue attempt. The dark man needed time to himself to brood quietly, to pull himself together before he faced his King and apologized for the scene he'd made and the resulting damage to Winterfell's reputation that ensued as a result. He stood to leave - prepared to go lick his wounds quietly in a cave somewhere - when a streak of white rushed out in front of him and blocked his path.

At first, Fracture thought it was someone else looking to pick a fight and he stiffened, lips curling slightly in what was almost a snarl. The expression soon faded as bi-colored gaze met hers, taking in her widened eyes and heaving chest. There was a quality to her that he couldn't quite put words too, but whatever it was she did not appear threatening. She bumbled something, and the dark man's head took on a tilt as he observed her. He couldn't make out her words, and she seemed to understand it as her head turned away. She was doing something in the dirt below him, but his eyes did not leave her to look at what it was she was writing.

It was somewhat like being faced with a shy child, and Fracture did his best to understand. He leaned in further - head still tilted - as if he could decipher her broken words. "I'm okay, yes." The dark man confirmed cautiously, brows contorting in a confused frown. "Are you okay?" He was no stranger to the oddities of some wolves, and this place was full of captives and slaves after all. "Do you... need something? Are you lost?" Fracture almost didn't want to ask if she needed rescuing, because he wasn't sure he had enough pride left to try and fight for another slave's freedom and fail once more.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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