An offering of bones
Asla
09-05-2020, 09:39 PM
He was not entirely certain when the Lady Hazel had died. He had been carrying her injured form on his back for days, stopping to eat and sleep only when their bodies could do without no longer. He had been charged with her safety, as the legion had fallen apart around them. Daughter of the General he had been given to her as her sworn vessel. He lived and breathed and existed only to please her. And now she was dead. He eased the corpse to the ground beside him. Any attachment or ties he felt had vanished the moment the breath had left her body. Now it was just an empty vessel. Much like he was, in fact. He sat down besides the corpse, and considered. He knew the legion was demolished, there had been no doubt of that course. That was the only reason he was here with the Lady, who should have been treated to all the luxuries of her station. He had no Master, no Lady. He was empty. The empty creature sat besides the course as the day slowly drifted past him. Waiting, waiting for nature to take its course. It was awfully slow going, starvation and dehydration would take weeks to over take him. But this was his path, for he had no other. He had been trained under the belief that without a Master, he was a nobody. A nobody did not do things for their own provocation. |