03-10-2016, 07:22 AM
Things don't always go to plan. That was quickly becoming his favourite motto, he decided, crashing through the brush and bracken on the outermost edge of the Valley. The throaty baying of wolves felt very close to his hocks, and he ran faster, but here the thorns were packed more densely and snagged into his skin, scratching and leaving little speckles of blood down his side.
Admittedly opening with a chase scene is probably not the best way to go about this.
Sadly, he had not thought that there might be goddamn crazy ass impenetrable (ayy) wolves that just seemed impervious to any kind of attack. Why? Did they want to terrify all the innocent and interested-in-joining members away? Ok, second admission - he may or may not have attacked the wolves first. But, in his defence, he is a soldier by nature (debatably) and how would any other sane man react?
Okay, so he might actually be entirely at fault here. Fine. He's not thinking straight, obviously distracted by all the thornage and adrenaline. His blood sang in his ears, but not pleasant singing... It was more like screaming. Banshee-screech filling his ears. He hadn't run in forever. He was fat and out of shape. He had just returned to Beqanna. He was in no place to be dealing with this right now.
He crashed into a clearing, stumbled to catch his footing and realised... The wolves weren't chasing him anymore. Also, he had no idea where he was, but more importantly, THE WOLVES WERE NOT CHASING HIM ANYMORE. He stopped to catch his breath. He would have to resume his routine of drills and running and so on if he ever hoped to be a soldier again, because this was just not cricket. It was a far cry from his former self, kept fit of a strict diet of dune-running and desert grazing. Ah, the Desert. It's not that he was scared to return, it's just that he didn't want to. Vanquish was probably dead by now. He had nothing to keep him there anymore.
So he was here. The Valley.
Admittedly opening with a chase scene is probably not the best way to go about this.
Sadly, he had not thought that there might be goddamn crazy ass impenetrable (ayy) wolves that just seemed impervious to any kind of attack. Why? Did they want to terrify all the innocent and interested-in-joining members away? Ok, second admission - he may or may not have attacked the wolves first. But, in his defence, he is a soldier by nature (debatably) and how would any other sane man react?
Okay, so he might actually be entirely at fault here. Fine. He's not thinking straight, obviously distracted by all the thornage and adrenaline. His blood sang in his ears, but not pleasant singing... It was more like screaming. Banshee-screech filling his ears. He hadn't run in forever. He was fat and out of shape. He had just returned to Beqanna. He was in no place to be dealing with this right now.
He crashed into a clearing, stumbled to catch his footing and realised... The wolves weren't chasing him anymore. Also, he had no idea where he was, but more importantly, THE WOLVES WERE NOT CHASING HIM ANYMORE. He stopped to catch his breath. He would have to resume his routine of drills and running and so on if he ever hoped to be a soldier again, because this was just not cricket. It was a far cry from his former self, kept fit of a strict diet of dune-running and desert grazing. Ah, the Desert. It's not that he was scared to return, it's just that he didn't want to. Vanquish was probably dead by now. He had nothing to keep him there anymore.
So he was here. The Valley.