Post by Sir Adrian Cross on Dec 21, 2008 4:16:48 GMT -5
The snow covered landscape stretched out before the small group for miles, and behind them for miles more. Their destination in sight the travelers picked up their pace. Well, except for Adrian.
He remained at the head of the group moving at his unchanging pace, still a bit faster than his men. Adrian enjoyed the snow, he didn't feel the cold run through his joints slowing him down, and he still experienced the childlike wonder of looking at the snowy landscape. Having been bedridden for most of his childhood the experience of traveling through snow had never become normal for him.
Adrian looked back at his companions, and shuddered. He didn't do so because of how they appeared, for they were all among his top men, and he saw them daily. No, what disturbed Adrian was how they seemed to rape the snowy landscape as they traveled through it.
Adrian turned forward again and felt peace return as he looked at the scene before him. He enjoyed the stillness of the night, stillness that had been broken not an hour earlier by the raucous behavior of his tipsy companions. Now they walked in silence, for Neil, the best hunter among the group, had heard a pack of wolves.
Now Adrian walked in a happy silence, while his men walked in a slightly frightened one. They knew that Adrian, who did not drink, was the only one sober enough to capably defend themselves. And, although the trusted his judgment, they did not trust the vitality of a mutt such as him.
Neil let out a quiet whistle suddenly, and they all stopped. Many were regretting the fact that they decided to travel on foot rather than horseback.
"What is it Neil?" Adrian asked, fearing he knew the answer, for he sometimes didn't trust his health.
"The wolves sir, they are hunting, but there is no game about. The winter has been harsh, and these wolves may have already gotten a taste for men from the bounty of the battlefield."
"Well, lets just keep moving forward. We should be able to get within range of the archers soon, and Badger is on duty tonight. He'll be able to give us sufficient cover. But weapons ready, just in case."
Adrian's men were not comforted by the idea of Badger. Somehow trusting their lives to an archer who wore a blindfold seemed like a bad idea to them. They saw no alternative course of action, and just hoped that Adrian's faith in the newly recruited Badger was well placed.
He remained at the head of the group moving at his unchanging pace, still a bit faster than his men. Adrian enjoyed the snow, he didn't feel the cold run through his joints slowing him down, and he still experienced the childlike wonder of looking at the snowy landscape. Having been bedridden for most of his childhood the experience of traveling through snow had never become normal for him.
Adrian looked back at his companions, and shuddered. He didn't do so because of how they appeared, for they were all among his top men, and he saw them daily. No, what disturbed Adrian was how they seemed to rape the snowy landscape as they traveled through it.
Adrian turned forward again and felt peace return as he looked at the scene before him. He enjoyed the stillness of the night, stillness that had been broken not an hour earlier by the raucous behavior of his tipsy companions. Now they walked in silence, for Neil, the best hunter among the group, had heard a pack of wolves.
Now Adrian walked in a happy silence, while his men walked in a slightly frightened one. They knew that Adrian, who did not drink, was the only one sober enough to capably defend themselves. And, although the trusted his judgment, they did not trust the vitality of a mutt such as him.
Neil let out a quiet whistle suddenly, and they all stopped. Many were regretting the fact that they decided to travel on foot rather than horseback.
"What is it Neil?" Adrian asked, fearing he knew the answer, for he sometimes didn't trust his health.
"The wolves sir, they are hunting, but there is no game about. The winter has been harsh, and these wolves may have already gotten a taste for men from the bounty of the battlefield."
"Well, lets just keep moving forward. We should be able to get within range of the archers soon, and Badger is on duty tonight. He'll be able to give us sufficient cover. But weapons ready, just in case."
Adrian's men were not comforted by the idea of Badger. Somehow trusting their lives to an archer who wore a blindfold seemed like a bad idea to them. They saw no alternative course of action, and just hoped that Adrian's faith in the newly recruited Badger was well placed.