WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Darkness Eternal]

Kayla’s focus began to wander, and her eyes shifted from him toward the ceiling. It was as if a veil descended above them. Drathen already saw the symptoms of sleep coming down upon her. It was late at night by now and by the looks of it she didn’t have a horse. She must be exhausted from the walk.

A shower would suffice, though.

Drathen’s brows raised and he put a light tone in his amused voice. “Plenty of places to seek refuge from the stress of combat,” he said, and then turned his neck to the empty spot on the bed. “I will not keep you in conversation any longer, Kayla. I too must sleep.”

He stood and walked over to the candle and blew out the fire with his cold breath, the flames he created extinguishing almost immediately upon contact with the icy air he produced.

The room was in total, complete darkness. The only light that came in was the very, very faint illumination from the opening beneath the door. Without any attempt to startle her, Draken walked to the bed, pulled the covers aside and then brought them up to cover half of his body. The warmth of the fabric wouldn’t do any good; the temperature of his skin would be the same regardless of any blanket or tunic.

Though there was no light in the room, Drathen could see Kayla clearly: the flesh that smoothed over her well-developed arms, the length of her unbound hair and everything else about her that might have been desirable to a common man and everything that wasn't. And he was a man with particular tastes. He couldn’t blame it, for it was rooted to his nature. Everything had to be just so.

Instead of looking at her now, he stared up at the ceiling and letting out a slow, quiet exhale. He closed his eyes, though he wasn’t tired. He yawned, though he wasn’t sleepy. But he waited, because he could afford to be patient.

The night would be slow if uneventful, and for reasons unknown he felt that this night would yield some manner of excitement, positive or negative. For his benefit, or at his disadvantage. He knew just how well dangerous suspicious people can be, and this town, though seemingly empty, were filled with all manners of these individuals. Most likely due to the single fact that everyone he encountered so far, with the exception of Kayla, were openly hostile. He did not doubt that they hated him and even entertained murderous fantasies in their mind. But that was another problem, for another time.

Drathen disengaged his attention from the shadow of his closed eyes by reopening them. Sleep would not come to him this night.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Aug 11 2013, 11:48 PM