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06-21-2015, 03:45 PM
d'Artagnan
the
NightShade
After the herd meeting had come to a close, d’Artagnan had wandered away from the Basin briefly to think on everything that had happened. He ended up sheltering by the Frozen Arch as he watched a blizzard roll in from the west, it was probably about midday, but it was hard to tell with the winter days so dark. It was glum and freezing, but the shade liked the Frostfall season, it almost seemed to wash away everything that had happened that year and brought with it a new year.
One without Kou.
It was almost becoming a habit for him to visit an old memory now and then; today it was the turn of the frozen glacier and the day he had found his equally frozen Nurse. As always, his heart broke when he remembered she would not be leaning into him again for warmth and no matter how far he roamed, he would never stumble upon her. With every memory that he dredged up he would break his heart all over again until it got to a point that he blocked every memory of her.
Stop.
This wasn’t what he was here for.
With a sigh, he thought back to the herd meeting and his new role. He found it almost funny that the Basin had grown a strong bond in defeat, but now in this so-called victory they were divided. Like winning the battle, but losing the war, so far they had won a single prisoner and nothing else. They were warriors of the north not cheap mercenaries to be called upon in a tight spot. By the sounds of it, there wasn’t even a tight spot to begin with. Perhaps he should try wielding a little influence over these soldiers he was now in charge of. No more marching into pointless battles and, if they marched, the reward would be worth the trek down the mountain. Time had come to put aside the grump in the cave.
On that thought, he quickly made his mind up to throw a warriors gathering, as much as he despised these little get-togethers, the shade had to admit he knew very little of the Basin’s army. He knew Ki’irha at least and his cousin Déodat. The rest were all but a mystery, it was time to get to know them better, what they could do and what they couldn’t do.
Mind made up, he waited for Aramis to return from hunting.
@[Mesec] oh look its fathers day! ;D <3
One without Kou.
It was almost becoming a habit for him to visit an old memory now and then; today it was the turn of the frozen glacier and the day he had found his equally frozen Nurse. As always, his heart broke when he remembered she would not be leaning into him again for warmth and no matter how far he roamed, he would never stumble upon her. With every memory that he dredged up he would break his heart all over again until it got to a point that he blocked every memory of her.
Stop.
This wasn’t what he was here for.
With a sigh, he thought back to the herd meeting and his new role. He found it almost funny that the Basin had grown a strong bond in defeat, but now in this so-called victory they were divided. Like winning the battle, but losing the war, so far they had won a single prisoner and nothing else. They were warriors of the north not cheap mercenaries to be called upon in a tight spot. By the sounds of it, there wasn’t even a tight spot to begin with. Perhaps he should try wielding a little influence over these soldiers he was now in charge of. No more marching into pointless battles and, if they marched, the reward would be worth the trek down the mountain. Time had come to put aside the grump in the cave.
On that thought, he quickly made his mind up to throw a warriors gathering, as much as he despised these little get-togethers, the shade had to admit he knew very little of the Basin’s army. He knew Ki’irha at least and his cousin Déodat. The rest were all but a mystery, it was time to get to know them better, what they could do and what they couldn’t do.
Mind made up, he waited for Aramis to return from hunting.
@[Mesec] oh look its fathers day! ;D <3
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