It's my party[open]
10-07-2015, 10:22 AM
The male would find himself chewing on the old bone of a caribou carcass. The last he had scented Sonticus had left these lands of the North, and he couldn't help but to think it was partially his fault. He knew Katja and Arian hadn't gotten along, but the fight with the woman those moments ago still meant something for him. For a man who long lost his honor, and was fighting so hard to gain it back, this sure hurt. It was a long time since he had felt this pain, and he had half a mind to try and feel nothing to keep himself distanced from the damage it could cause and the distraction from his work. He was a warrior, and held up to expectations just like Laufey. Even if Laufey was a much better fighter than he, Vereux had to somehow show his worth or he'd be thrown out like trash.
His teeth gnawed on the now clean bone. He hadn't killed this animal himself, he was simply relieving his stress by finding the carcass and practically playing with the bone like a dog. When would the next raid be? When would they go to war for something that they wanted. The thoughts spent a lot of time in his mind. Maybe the peace is something he hated, he had grown up in a war between the adravendi and armada's. That could have been the major reason he and Arian had never worked out. He didn't have a shred of hope to see Avalon again. It wasn't like anyone in Yfir was his "friend". So he was back where he started, completely and utterly alone.
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