06-24-2017, 04:25 PM
There's none so blind as those who will not listen.
Quite surprisingly, Brynmor had forgotten. When he had thought his life couldn’t get any worse, it miraculously changed for the better. And better it had gotten. He had actually lived and except for a few minor mistakes he could look back on it with a smile. A happy life.
Dear lord, he sounded like he was dying already. Grimacing he shakes his pale head, unseeing eyes blinking a few times as he stares blind ahead of himself. In front of him the river flows by, front hooves slightly into the water. Brynmor’s lips are still moist from his drink. He had drank a lot, grateful that he finally had found sweet water. The grass had been lush too and for the first time in a while he had eaten himself full.
From a high ranked diplomat, he was now back at where he came from. Blind, useless, a nobody. And back in his captor’s gasp. It had been years since he had last heard that voice. ”You’re going to be a spy for me and the Chamber Queen… And if you fail dear Brynmor…” The wolf had been clear in his threat.
He tenses up, like the kid he once was. He had grown so much, and perhaps lost even more. Roan, Igni, Henson, Offspring, the Tundra. All he had ever loved, still loved. ”Gryffen” he replies, tone flat and dull. A bit inaccurate his head sways into the direction of the former Chamber wolf. ”Have you come to execute your threat?”
After all, that was what Gryffen had promised him. ”Your death will be a most painful one.”
BRYNMOR