If All Goes Well [Maija]
08-30-2014, 11:04 AM
What was the duty of a warrior? A knight, even. He should fight for the weak, he knew that, and vanquish those who held power without cause or right. But what about all of it in the middle. What about the wolves who weren't just black and white? He had no patience for those who sought to trick him, nor for those who made mischief without cause. He had encountered too many who did not warrant his retribution, but were annoying all the same. It was tiresome. The hulking beast often found himself wishing to resort to violence, if only to make the decision a bit easier. His word was law in his own mind, after all, and what he said would have to go. It was the only way to remain true to his course, he'd convinced himself, even if that meant pushing headlong through mistakes he would never admit to having made. Unfortunately, that sort of thinking had gotten him quite lost. This is not a bad place, though, he thought with a sigh. The wind whispered to him through the long fronds of willow trees, and they tickled his back as he walked beneath him. Small ferns grew amongst the sun-dappled soil, and the dark champion found himself growing drowsy. I'll sort it out tomorrow, he concluded, sitting down gently. Under the shade, the heat was not quite so brutal on his dark coat. He sniffed amongst the tree roots, finding at last a tangle that suited his size well, and curled up beneath it for a short nap. |
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