Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
His mind was pacing, though his body remained as stone, gently warmed by an early-spring sun. Hard eyes glared at a watering pool, just far enough away to hide his own reflection from his gaze. He'd lost track of time and wasn't at all sure how long he'd been standing here. Everything seemed to be going wrong.
When he'd returned home that day, everyone was dead. His family viciously murdered. He'd thought his sister had been as well, 'til the Gods thrust her in his path on this new land. He'd denied it at first, didn't want to admit that the girl with haunted eyes was his charming little sister.
No, not sister. He well remembered how he'd stolen her from her home as a child.
She couldn't blame him for that; she didn't know the truth. Instead she now hated him for his recent actions. With every turn, he seemed to be upsetting people. Jord, his princess sister, grew livid when he'd tried to protect her. Then Josie, the stunning woman he refused to think about, hated him for his words as he'd demanded she never fight his battles.
Even his attempts at finding a land to return to at night had gone awry. The damned kingdoms didn't even exist anymore. Ach, perhaps it was best he roam for now anyway, give him time to find himself again. The guardian he was trained from birth to be seemed to be changing, his steely armor cracking little by little. Rusting with disuse, perhaps.
Just for today, he'd wanted to pretend he hadn't been brother and bodyguard to a prince. But his training was now instinctual, and he shifted silently to better see the person he sensed approaching him.
He stood tall, sharp gaze locked onto this person. Some might could find him handsome... if it weren't for the perpetual glare spearing everyone who came near him lately. He was in a mood as black as his coat, and the stallion said nothing as he stared them down, daring them to speak to him.
When he'd returned home that day, everyone was dead. His family viciously murdered. He'd thought his sister had been as well, 'til the Gods thrust her in his path on this new land. He'd denied it at first, didn't want to admit that the girl with haunted eyes was his charming little sister.
No, not sister. He well remembered how he'd stolen her from her home as a child.
She couldn't blame him for that; she didn't know the truth. Instead she now hated him for his recent actions. With every turn, he seemed to be upsetting people. Jord, his princess sister, grew livid when he'd tried to protect her. Then Josie, the stunning woman he refused to think about, hated him for his words as he'd demanded she never fight his battles.
Even his attempts at finding a land to return to at night had gone awry. The damned kingdoms didn't even exist anymore. Ach, perhaps it was best he roam for now anyway, give him time to find himself again. The guardian he was trained from birth to be seemed to be changing, his steely armor cracking little by little. Rusting with disuse, perhaps.
Just for today, he'd wanted to pretend he hadn't been brother and bodyguard to a prince. But his training was now instinctual, and he shifted silently to better see the person he sensed approaching him.
He stood tall, sharp gaze locked onto this person. Some might could find him handsome... if it weren't for the perpetual glare spearing everyone who came near him lately. He was in a mood as black as his coat, and the stallion said nothing as he stared them down, daring them to speak to him.