09-11-2022, 06:04 PM
post-fight with Nyra, he sports a wound on his back leg (mostly ankle) and a gash on his chest
Somewhere south of the Everfrost between the mountains.
Somewhere south of the Everfrost between the mountains.
He wandered, came away from Haldis. At least for now, he couldn't let that beautiful woman see him in such a state.
A prince in tatters, wounds still stinging. Avoiding too much pressure on the back foot, every time it pressed down it sending a surge of pain up his leg.
Damn that woman.
Damn her to hell.
Erebus would find her, he would. Make her see what a moon child can do when they finally get their footing. She was unfair, bastardly, and lacked any noble way in her fighting.
Only a true coward bites the back of their opponent, rather than face them head on.
He would make a sure example of her.
Her pelt would look much nicer painted red.
For now he brooded along, pride much more damaged than he. The moon on high, glaring from the sky like a disappointed mother. For a while he felt like he loathed her eye, feeling abandoned in his time of need.
But she did give him another chance. He died and she decided to let him try again, and have the chance to lead much sooner rather than having to wait for his father to die.
It was an opportunity. It gave the prince a goal, and even in his tarnished state, only the seething boiling guts of revenge and war pooled inside him.
He would make an example of them all.
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