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Post by Adrian Anderson on Feb 9, 2018 13:09:54 GMT
Peace could be found in the silence of the fallen ruins. There was a stillness in the air that always seemed to calm Adrian's soul and clear his mind. He would be heading to Aelfmenn Kingdom for a week to then return home. His horse had been tied to a tree nearby and he planned to go back to get her, however he wanted to explore some of the more stable buildings. He had only been to the site a handful of times before now, and was usually on a strict time restriction. This time, he had no such time constraints and he was free to look around. He was cautious with what he stood on however, checking the stability of the walls and ceiling before he entered. If he was to be crushed here, he would die and he body might not be recovered for many months, maybe even years. These thoughts were enough to make him quite sensible in his decision making.
His eyes scanned across the rubble and debris, his shoulders relaxed as a lazy breeze brushed passed his hair. The air was chilly, but there was no snow on the ground, only puddles on the uneven ground. Adrian quietly pondered on the downfall of the city, the real history lost in time. He looked up to the tallest standing building, trying to imagine what it used to look like. It probably wouldn't be too accurate but it was nice to just think about silly things like that. He ignored his stomach that growled hungrily, knowing that he had chewed through the last of his money buying a better fitting saddle for his mare as it had started to hurt her as well as giving the last of his meat to Leon. He sighed and whistled loudly.
In about half a minute, a English Settler came racing up. Adrian smiled down at Leon, praising him softly. He crouched down to pat the dog but froze when he heard someone approaching. He narrowed his eyes at the person approaching and stood up again. Leon leaned against his leg, unbothered by the presence of a new person.
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Post by Yngvald on Feb 11, 2018 4:30:56 GMT
Wherever the wind blows
Well that's where I'm headed. Yngvald was reeling. A week ago he was escorting the sweetest girl he'd ever met back to her home. Now she was gone. Her brother would never see her again, and neither would Yngvald. Whether or not it was his fault had nothing to do with it. It was him and Bran, and no one else, just as before. Even Bran - a dumb horse - seemed sad that she wasn't with them anymore. WIth nowhere else to go, Yngvald had turned toward Mir. He was in trouble with a nobleman there, but he didn't care anymore. He'd stay in the ruined city until he decided what to do next.
He was on foot, leading Bran to take a break from riding, when the little stallion's nostrils flared and his ears pricked. He whinnied loudly and Yngvald grimaced. ""What?" he hissed. Bran stamped his foot. Yngvald sighed and kept walking, even if Bran was jigging and snorting. Frankly, Yngvald wasn't in the mood. And then he heard a whistle.
A gasp escaped him, he froze, and his hand instinctively went for his axe. He started walking again, slowly and carefully. Of course, Bran had no idea how to be slow or careful, and even if he did he was too excited for it. They rounded a corner and Yngvald started when he saw a figure there.
Oh, but it was just a young man. A boy, really. And a dog. He visibly relaxed, but his hand was still resting on his axe. "Who are you?" he called in a less-than-friendly voice. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Adrian Anderson on Feb 11, 2018 11:04:05 GMT
Adrian froze up, seeing the axe on the newcomer’s shoulder. Sensing his fear, Leon began to growl softly, causing the young man to run a hand down the Setter’s back to hush him. He was visibly intimidated by the shorter man, seeming much stronger and having a much larger weapon than Adrian had ever owned. He took a step back, his expression guarded and no longer holding any fear. He didn’t like tone that the other man had used, demanding to know who Adrian was but it held authority and promise in consequences if it was left unanswered. It was similar to the tone of voice that Wolfgang used when talking to his son, so it wasn’t unfamiliar to him.
He jutted out his jaw, moving his hand slowly to rest on the pummel of his broadsword. He didn’t want or need violence but he had to be prepared to defend himself once he answered. Adrian knew that his father wasn’t well-liked, something he had to learn recently and some people immediately hated him for his family name. He thought it was almost ironic that the name that should have brought closer to humans just drew him further apart from them. Adrian took a deep breath, his other hand buried in Leon’s fur. “My name is Adrian Anderson.” He stopped himself from going into his normal spiel about his parentage, instead shooting the questions straight back.
“And you? Who are you to demand such answers from me?” Adrian sounded confident and self-assured but his body language subtly showed that he was uncomfortable and uneasy with the situation. What was he supposed to do if the man attacked him or his dog? An axe wasn’t an easy weapon to spar with or defend yourself against. He supposed that was why the shorter man had chosen it as his weapon of choice. Adrian supposed that he may have done the same thing if he hd the strength for it.
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Post by Yngvald on Feb 14, 2018 17:29:26 GMT
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Well that's where I'm headed. Yngvald eyed the dog and the young man's body language. His eyes tracked the movement of the other man's hand to where it rested on his sword. He scoffed when he finally got his answer. "Anderson, eh?" he fell silent again, letting the quiet settle on them for a few more seconds. "Me? A weary traveler, not interested in getting caught up in any trouble." As he spoke, he turned toward his little horse and began untying saddle bags and packs. He was keeping an eye on the boy, sure, but if Yngvald was tired, he was certain that Bran was.
He finally pulled the saddle off of Bran's back and the small horse shook his coat. Yngvald patted him heartily and kept a hold on the lead as Bran sniffed the ground for greens. Yngvald turned his eyes back to Adrian. Notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Adrian Anderson on Feb 17, 2018 3:57:27 GMT
Adrian was uncertain if the response to his last name was positive or negative so it didn't ease his nerves at all. His frown deepened as the man carefully avoided using his name. His shoulders relaxed in a minuscule way as the shorter man turned away to tend to his own horse. He ran a hand through Leon's furry coat, speaking soft nothings to calm the animal down before he slowly approached. Adrian stopped a few metres away, not wanting to be in the other man's hit zone but wanting to attempt another conversation. Maybe if the stranger was speaking the truth, they could share a warm fire? He didn't dare voice his idea until he knew that the man meant no harm.
Nervousness fluttered in his stomach as he opened his mouth, "Your name? I gave you mine in good faith and I would like to know yours." His eyes shifted away from the shorter stranger, to the ground. "A first name? A nickname?" Leon had trailed behind Adrian and was now sniffing around the horse curiously, completely ignoring the stranger. "I suppose you plan to stay the night here too?" he asked, not meaning to sound so disappointed. He was trying to come to grips that he wouldn't be alone in the ruins. He had planned to transform and have a trot around but now he coudn't do that. He wouldn't dare dream of it now.
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Post by Yngvald on Feb 23, 2018 22:37:23 GMT
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Well that's where I'm headed. Yngvald eyed the stranger as he inched closer but returned to looking after Bran. After turning back and hearing this Adrian speak, Yngvald cracked a grin. "Yeah, I can tell you're a nobleman's son. I'm called Yngvald. No fancy last name for me." He patted Bran as the little horse sniffed at the dog in return. As much as he wanted to ignore Adrian, he knew it might not blow over so well. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh before answering the question. "Yes, your highness," he said sarcastically,
"But if we're such a burden, we'll be on our way. After a few hours' rest." Bran raised his head and pricked his ears as he had before. As before, he took a deep breath and whinnied as loudly as a horse his size could. Yngvald shook his head.
"Have you got a horse around here?" Knowing Bran, he'd probably scented a mare. Yngvald felt guilty that he made Bran live on his own, away from other horses, but he barely had enough food for one herbivore. Notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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