Lost but not Forgotten

He had been to the battlefield all of once. When Adette had come to try and dethrone his brother. It had been an interesting feature, but everyone knew that in the end Gerhardt would be prevalent. And, as it came to be, he was. A smile daunted his inky lips as he crossed the threshes and made his way across the native land. He remembered the pungent odors and the distasteful view of landscape. A great battle had clearly once taken place, and Gideon thirsted to know exactly what that battle was. Not in a violent way, but the man was curious, and was there any story more interesting than that of what would lead to such violence? It was something that was undo-able and Gideon knew that both sides would have had something more to attain...were there only two sides? Everything had so many possibilities.

The land was crawling with the odor of vagabonds, their virulent attempts to claim the land and make it their own truly sickened him. Lips furled slightly as the scent of another crossed him and he immediately diverged and attempted to get to her. Nails idly clicked, with each step, as he padded across the stony terrain. The fields were sparse and broken, and besides, being on the stony part gave him a break from the constant threshes and flowery nature of Valhalla. Seeing the rogue woman gave him even more of an understanding, of sorts, than anything had so far. She was alone. Taken by life. She was probably going to die. Well, the least he could do was offer to help himself whilst helping himself.


Eyes trailing the body of the rogue he immediately snorted and gave a rough introduction, tail assumed the dominant position and he asked her the ever common question, "Do you seek assistance?"