Declan Durinson
The Butcher King
The large red stag snorted its displeasure, steam rising from its damp red coat and spilling from its nostrils like the smoke of some great dragon. Declan's lip curled back in a snarl displaying wicked fangs at his prey. The stag snorted again and shifted its feet nervously looking for a way to escape but there was none, Declan had pursued the beast for miles and finally been able to corner it here with its back pressed against a rock wall. The stag knew there was no hope for reprieve, no chance for salvation and so it made the only choice it could, lowing its enormous head it charged with its great towering tines hoping to impale the great white wolf that blocked its path.
Declan ducked under the charging beasts horns the best he could which was not well at all as his hind quarter was wrent bloody on the left side and massive hooves came crashing down on his shoulders and as painful as that all was it mattered little and less because he had managed to snare the deer's thick neck in his powerful jaws, after some moments of struggle it was over and Declan began the long walk back to his camp with a limp and with dinner.
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The fire crackled near the water's edge and the smell of garlic and honey covered venison filled the night air mingling with the freshwater smell of the lake. He gave the deer a turn on its spit and went back to make sure everything had been set up properly. A large blanket lay out closer to the water and near the fire but not so near as to worry about getting smoke in your face. He had set up a small table and two chairs, there was wine and mead as well, he wanted tonight to go well.
He'd left a note with a map to this spot for Firenne. They had helped Aelin reunite with her sister and had somehow ended up back on Islimore a place he had never thought to be again. He had asked Firenne to meet him here tonight because he had come to a decision, in a few days time he would be leaving the sanctuary of this place and this new ramshackle pack to head north and go home. To see his family. His brothers and his parents people he hadn't seen in two decades.
He owed Fi an explanation. He owed her more than to just leave her here for who knows how long without him. She would understand, he knew she would, or he hoped she would. They hadn't known each other long but he thought he saw something in that woman, there was a joy he felt around her that he could not truly explain and so he would tell her he was leaving, he would tell her she didn't have to wait for him but as long as he was able he would come back to her and he hoped that would be enough.
He tended the fire waiting for her. He was shirtless and shoeless, dark purple and green bruises covered his back near his shoulders and his left side under his slacks was covered in bandages but he hardly felt the hurt anymore even if the limp suggested other wise. He was too nervous to remember his hurts.
Firenne Van-Derveld
Declan ducked under the charging beasts horns the best he could which was not well at all as his hind quarter was wrent bloody on the left side and massive hooves came crashing down on his shoulders and as painful as that all was it mattered little and less because he had managed to snare the deer's thick neck in his powerful jaws, after some moments of struggle it was over and Declan began the long walk back to his camp with a limp and with dinner.
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The fire crackled near the water's edge and the smell of garlic and honey covered venison filled the night air mingling with the freshwater smell of the lake. He gave the deer a turn on its spit and went back to make sure everything had been set up properly. A large blanket lay out closer to the water and near the fire but not so near as to worry about getting smoke in your face. He had set up a small table and two chairs, there was wine and mead as well, he wanted tonight to go well.
He'd left a note with a map to this spot for Firenne. They had helped Aelin reunite with her sister and had somehow ended up back on Islimore a place he had never thought to be again. He had asked Firenne to meet him here tonight because he had come to a decision, in a few days time he would be leaving the sanctuary of this place and this new ramshackle pack to head north and go home. To see his family. His brothers and his parents people he hadn't seen in two decades.
He owed Fi an explanation. He owed her more than to just leave her here for who knows how long without him. She would understand, he knew she would, or he hoped she would. They hadn't known each other long but he thought he saw something in that woman, there was a joy he felt around her that he could not truly explain and so he would tell her he was leaving, he would tell her she didn't have to wait for him but as long as he was able he would come back to her and he hoped that would be enough.
He tended the fire waiting for her. He was shirtless and shoeless, dark purple and green bruises covered his back near his shoulders and his left side under his slacks was covered in bandages but he hardly felt the hurt anymore even if the limp suggested other wise. He was too nervous to remember his hurts.
Firenne Van-Derveld
