We're All Just Dancers, On The Devil's Dancefloor
Lothaire
07-26-2022, 10:29 PM
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Lothaire didn't know what to do with himself.
He'd grown up in a life of luxury, and never had to do a thing for himself. He'd learned how to fight from his father, but healing had been an art he enjoyed doing far more, if only because he found his mother easier to be around. She'd been kind and intelligent, having respect for the world around her and the creatures who dwelled in it alongside her. His father had been a stoic brute, a man with wealth and power that let his position go to his head. A hop, skip, and a jump later, and after several bad investments, the Morei family found themselves without a penny to their name. Humiliated, Lothaire's father sent him away with a quest to save his family by discovering riches beyond his wildest dreams, or don't come back at all.
It was a rather unfair deal if you asked Lothaire, but who was he to argue with the head of his household? The young adult set out much to his mother's dismay countless weeks ago, and Lothaire was regretting having ever left at all.
He forgot the exact amount of days he'd been traveling thus far, but his weary paws threatened to throw him down to the ground. There was an assortment of stickers stuck to his once pristine coat, which poked him suddenly and without warning from time to time. His stomach growled from lack of nourishment, but he certainly wasn't on the verge of starvation. He'd managed to wrangle up a snack here or there along the way, but it certainly paled when compared to the amount of food he was used to. His throat was parched, but the bubbling of a nearby river beckoned him closer with the promise of a cool drink. He made haste toward the water, and in his hurry to drink his fill, he neglected to check his surroundings for anyone else who may have lingered nearby.
His paws carried him toward the water's edge where he wasted no time lowering his muzzle to lap eagerly at it's surface. All the while, he remained blissfully unaware of the crimson lady.
He'd grown up in a life of luxury, and never had to do a thing for himself. He'd learned how to fight from his father, but healing had been an art he enjoyed doing far more, if only because he found his mother easier to be around. She'd been kind and intelligent, having respect for the world around her and the creatures who dwelled in it alongside her. His father had been a stoic brute, a man with wealth and power that let his position go to his head. A hop, skip, and a jump later, and after several bad investments, the Morei family found themselves without a penny to their name. Humiliated, Lothaire's father sent him away with a quest to save his family by discovering riches beyond his wildest dreams, or don't come back at all.
It was a rather unfair deal if you asked Lothaire, but who was he to argue with the head of his household? The young adult set out much to his mother's dismay countless weeks ago, and Lothaire was regretting having ever left at all.
He forgot the exact amount of days he'd been traveling thus far, but his weary paws threatened to throw him down to the ground. There was an assortment of stickers stuck to his once pristine coat, which poked him suddenly and without warning from time to time. His stomach growled from lack of nourishment, but he certainly wasn't on the verge of starvation. He'd managed to wrangle up a snack here or there along the way, but it certainly paled when compared to the amount of food he was used to. His throat was parched, but the bubbling of a nearby river beckoned him closer with the promise of a cool drink. He made haste toward the water, and in his hurry to drink his fill, he neglected to check his surroundings for anyone else who may have lingered nearby.
His paws carried him toward the water's edge where he wasted no time lowering his muzzle to lap eagerly at it's surface. All the while, he remained blissfully unaware of the crimson lady.