prisoners of war
11-13-2013, 06:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-13-2013, 06:58 PM by Themisto.)
With every step the man tainted the pure powder beneath him. Snow slushed and moved as each paw left a hole behind him. One could easily follow his trail if they wished, because until the holes got covered over, his trail would be there. Usually he would keep his presence to himself, but since being in Glaciem he had started not to care anymore. He wasn't used to feeling this way. He wasn't used to feeling owned. All his life he had been a free man, but now he was a prisoner over something he had nothing to do with. After his talk with Chrysanthe he questioned the whole fight to begin with. He wondered if she had even noticed he was there... because the only reason why he had came to help was her. He wasn't necessarily a selfish man, but he knew he alone couldn't fight someone else's war- so he found what would be worth fighting for. Or so he thought. Warm breath turned into mist as the man exhaled heavily. What in the hell was he supposed to do now? Speech, |
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