Only if for a night
for Desolate
05-09-2020, 01:29 PM
Desolate needed to get out of Abaven for a bit, to forget about his absentee mother and brother and take some time to himself to relax. At least, that was what he told himself. He couldn't admit to even himself that maybe his walk north had more nefarious origins, and that he was travelling following the scent of the Winterfell wolves. The boy didn't know what he'd do if he saw the Winterfell woman again, the one who'd tried to scar his face. He supposed he'd only know if and when he even saw her. The walk was long and tiring, and before he reached the Wall that surrounded the northern pack's territory he decided it'd be smart to rest and recover his strength. He took a turn off the path along the mountain and into the mines, seeking shelter from the cold winds that kicked up harder the further north he travelled. The boy was deep in thought as he walked, and perhaps that was how he allowed himself to get so lost. Navigating in the dim lighting was more difficult than he expected, and after what felt like hours of wandering he still couldn't find his way back. It must be night by now, maybe he'd find his way when the light of day could shine back into the mine. With a loud huff he threw himself to the ground where he lay, staring dejectedly into the darkness and pulling his ears tight to his head to muffle the shuffling noises that echoed all around.
"Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |