Reviens Moi
{Drag!}
It was cold when he awoke. Felicien’s eyes flicked open… but this time there wasn’t any light left within his vision. His sight was gone… It had faded away with age… and yet, despite the trials he faced, the mercenary refused to just remain denbound all day. For… goodness, all of fall he had fought with himself. Fought with his stupid pride… his ways. He should have returned to Winterfell sooner… before this day… before he could no longer see a damn thing. Now… now he had to attempt to find the pack with only the scent on the wind guiding him…
His body protested… but the man refused to heed it. Even though age was getting the better of him, the man had a stubborn will that kept him going. He would force himself to swallow his pride… turn against everything he knew. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.
Felicien was stumbling as he pressed on. He could smell the borders still, even if they were fainter than he’d like. A sign of distance… that or his nose was beginning to fail him as well. He hadn’t wanted to live right on the border of course, not wanting to make the pack wolves uneasy… Uneasy of what though? A single, practically ancient wolf? If he was their biggest threat then they’d be just fine.
Goodness knew how long he stumbled along outside the wall, frustrated, trying to find the opening so he could get to Winterfell. It was “funny” just how much harder that was when you couldn’t see it. He was getting tired too… wasting energy he barely had trying to find it on his own… yet… Feli kept trying, bumping into it here and there, needing to find opening… This was his last chance… |