02-28-2018, 10:37 AM
“You rest as long as you need to, okay?” The boy rubbed between Karil’s ears as she drifted back off to sleep. He had to admit though, they were cute, even when sick like this…
*cough, cough* The young man managed to turn his head at the last minute so that the blood he coughed up landed on the floor next to him and not on the bed. “Eh? I guess… i have been using a lot… of my power lately...:” His voice was soft, partly because of strain and partly because he was only meant to talk to himself anyway. “If this past week is anything to go by they’ll be out awhile… so I guess I can rest myself… for a little bit…” As the man grabbed his sword a rainbow light washed over him, his silhouette of light growing smaller as the sword did. Soon he was no more than a child of strawberry blonde hair, 12 yrs of age at most. The once mighty sword no more than a mere pocket knife in the boys hand. “I should probably go outside tho, if they find out I’m just a little kid they’ll probably start worrying about me, that’s the impression I got from all their mumbling at least. Why do i mumble to myself so much anyway? I guess it helps me sort out my thoughts, or maybe I’m just crazy.” He laughed softly to himself as he stepped through his makeshift door. “Yeah, maybe…”
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest a a few miles from the Pale Moors gate, they may have been greeted by the sight of a wolf with antlers, protected by a guardian as they slowly recover. And why would they not stray from the beaten paths of the forests of Camelot? There are no predators to fear.
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest several miles away from the Pale Moors gate, they may have been greeted by the sight of a child, determined to protect a near dead animal because of their irrationally large hope. Yet the only ones who stray from the beaten path are those who do not fear the predators, because they are the predators themselves, or at least pretend to be.
*cough, cough* The young man managed to turn his head at the last minute so that the blood he coughed up landed on the floor next to him and not on the bed. “Eh? I guess… i have been using a lot… of my power lately...:” His voice was soft, partly because of strain and partly because he was only meant to talk to himself anyway. “If this past week is anything to go by they’ll be out awhile… so I guess I can rest myself… for a little bit…” As the man grabbed his sword a rainbow light washed over him, his silhouette of light growing smaller as the sword did. Soon he was no more than a child of strawberry blonde hair, 12 yrs of age at most. The once mighty sword no more than a mere pocket knife in the boys hand. “I should probably go outside tho, if they find out I’m just a little kid they’ll probably start worrying about me, that’s the impression I got from all their mumbling at least. Why do i mumble to myself so much anyway? I guess it helps me sort out my thoughts, or maybe I’m just crazy.” He laughed softly to himself as he stepped through his makeshift door. “Yeah, maybe…”
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest a a few miles from the Pale Moors gate, they may have been greeted by the sight of a wolf with antlers, protected by a guardian as they slowly recover. And why would they not stray from the beaten paths of the forests of Camelot? There are no predators to fear.
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest several miles away from the Pale Moors gate, they may have been greeted by the sight of a child, determined to protect a near dead animal because of their irrationally large hope. Yet the only ones who stray from the beaten path are those who do not fear the predators, because they are the predators themselves, or at least pretend to be.
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