The young man walked quickly along the dirt road, his light red hair unkempt and sticking up at the back, his pale, handsome face smudged from falling into some muddy ground earlier. His movements were jerky, his pace quick, and his eyes seemed to dart round at the undergrowth and forestry around him, as if he expected to be stabbed in the back or devoured by some terrifying monster.
The reason for this was the guilt. Ever since he had dealt that blow to the woman, and her skull had crumpled and the blood had gushed over his foot, the memory had haunted him, plagued his mind and overwhelmed his senses. He had gone into hiding, ignoring messages from his father and staying away from people in general. Roy was a young man who was on the run, and the only thing which concerned him was surviving. The death of his young wife had hardly troubled him.. it had been a sham anyway.. but the news of it shook him to the core. Clearly.. he was next.
He had taken to travelling towards a cliff about a hundred metres or so from the harbour, a clear, people-free place where he could simply sit, weep away his feelings and rid himself of the mind-numbing panic which set in whenever he was forced into the company of others. I dont want to die. Was the only thing which seemed to circle his brain.. all other ideas and dreams had been shoved aside.
He swept aside some tall plants with his left arm, and stepped out of the undergrowth, before breaking out into a run across the rocky ground before the cliff-face, his breathing ragged and loud. He cursed as his trouser leg caught on a bramble, ripping it free, before finally coming to a halt by the cliff-face, hands on knees, breathing deeply. Finally, he was safe. Shaking himself slightly, he stood by the cliff-edge, looking out onto the rocky bay below, letting the sights and sounds of the ocean wash over him, and letting his mind go tranquil.
edit: sorry its closed))
Guilt (closed rp)
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Guilt (closed rp)
Last edited by Roy on Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mattin swiftly followed the tracks in the forest. He had abondoned his armour under the roots of a tree for the sake of silence and speed. Mattin was not sure who he was following, but the flash of red hair clouded his mind with anger.
Ever since Roy had killed Q'arneire, two things rested at the top of his mind: His grief for her, and the death of Roy.
His pulse quickened as the rage within him grew. Burshing past the undergrowth, and crouched low, looking at the tracks. Fresh
There he was! Mattin quietly approached the edge of the undergrowth, hiding behind a fern and a tree. It was Roy.
Mattin's rage took control of his judgement and with a roar he rushed forward at Roy, hands raised and his swords forgotten.
Ever since Roy had killed Q'arneire, two things rested at the top of his mind: His grief for her, and the death of Roy.
His pulse quickened as the rage within him grew. Burshing past the undergrowth, and crouched low, looking at the tracks. Fresh
There he was! Mattin quietly approached the edge of the undergrowth, hiding behind a fern and a tree. It was Roy.
Mattin's rage took control of his judgement and with a roar he rushed forward at Roy, hands raised and his swords forgotten.
At the sound of a mans roar, roy's mind suddenly came crashing into reality, and his body twisted round in time to see the woman he had killed's lover hurtling towards him. What little blood was left in Roy's face drained away, and his hand shot to his sword, giving out a strangled scream of horror as mattin hurtled into him with roy's blade halfdrawn.
The young knight's sword flew from his grasp, flying over the cliff's edge and clattering of the rocks, while his feet scrabbled for their footing, the weight of the fury-driven mattin driving him back. 'STOP!!' Came the horrified scream from the Rothman's lips, but there was no stopping this man. Roy struggled wildly against mattin as both men were driven forwards towards the edge, mattin apparantly unworried by the danger.
A metre away from the edge; Roy finally got a hand free, and began hammering the man whose arms were wrapped about him, again and again, smashing into mattin's nose and mouth, but nothing would break the grip. Giving a strangled wail of horror, Roy bit at the other man's neck, kicking and squirming like a child, droplets of blood flying round as the two men finally came to the cliff-face. Mattin gave a shudder as roy bit his neck, before his eyes hardened, and he brought his head smashing into the younger man's face. They balanced there, staring into each other's eyes and each covered in the other's blood, chests rising and falling, mattin's arms wrapped round the others like iron. Roy tipped back his head and screamed for what seemed like an eternity, but not even the gods could save him now.
'This..' hissed the wild-eyed mattin into Roy's ear, his arms wrapped round him like a lover. 'This is for Q'uarneire, you bastard Rothman.'
Then he jumped.
They both disappeared over the cliff-edge, and time seemed to suddenly stand still. Roy screamed and wailed, his limbs flailing wildly, while mattin's eyes had closed, a seemingly beautiful calm having taken him, his arms still tightly wrapped round the other man's waist as they hurtled down.
ooc: po mattin gave me permission to finish it and take control of his character for the final post))
The young knight's sword flew from his grasp, flying over the cliff's edge and clattering of the rocks, while his feet scrabbled for their footing, the weight of the fury-driven mattin driving him back. 'STOP!!' Came the horrified scream from the Rothman's lips, but there was no stopping this man. Roy struggled wildly against mattin as both men were driven forwards towards the edge, mattin apparantly unworried by the danger.
A metre away from the edge; Roy finally got a hand free, and began hammering the man whose arms were wrapped about him, again and again, smashing into mattin's nose and mouth, but nothing would break the grip. Giving a strangled wail of horror, Roy bit at the other man's neck, kicking and squirming like a child, droplets of blood flying round as the two men finally came to the cliff-face. Mattin gave a shudder as roy bit his neck, before his eyes hardened, and he brought his head smashing into the younger man's face. They balanced there, staring into each other's eyes and each covered in the other's blood, chests rising and falling, mattin's arms wrapped round the others like iron. Roy tipped back his head and screamed for what seemed like an eternity, but not even the gods could save him now.
'This..' hissed the wild-eyed mattin into Roy's ear, his arms wrapped round him like a lover. 'This is for Q'uarneire, you bastard Rothman.'
Then he jumped.
They both disappeared over the cliff-edge, and time seemed to suddenly stand still. Roy screamed and wailed, his limbs flailing wildly, while mattin's eyes had closed, a seemingly beautiful calm having taken him, his arms still tightly wrapped round the other man's waist as they hurtled down.
ooc: po mattin gave me permission to finish it and take control of his character for the final post))
Some time later, Mattin struggled to the shore.
He had nearly lost conciousness as the current threw them about, ripping Roy from his arms.
Mattin's mind felt clouded, and all that he could force through it was the thought, "She thinks I'm dead. She thinks I'm dead. She thinks I'm dead."
It didnt occur to him that it was very likely no one saw the event.
As he approached the harbor, he found that somehow his coin pouch was still tied to his belt. He bought passage aboud one of the ships, instead of going back to Trollsbane.
As the ship sailed away, he thought it was for the best if he didnt come back. "This way.. I wont pull her from him anymore."
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Achae walks to the harbor depot slowly carrying the latest of the heavy logs she had cut thinking of taking a break after planting more seedlings as her stomach rumbled almost painfully. Her mind preoccupied on trying to remember what food she may have in the depot, she almost missed the man standing on the dock. His bedraggled appearance with the puddle of water at his feet made him appear as if he just jumped out of the harbor with clothes, bag and all. Stopping at the door she squints trying to see the man as the sun attempts to block her view then finally recognizes him but unable to hold up a hand shouts..
Greetings Mattin, are you alright?
...just as the noise of the ship landing overpowers any words she may have said. Walking faster she turns toward the depot hoping to unload the logs and be back in time to talk to him yet when she finally could walk to the dock the ship had already taken sail. Frowning, Achae turns again toward the forest eating an apple dreaming of a salmon dish.....
Hopefully all is fine with him.
Greetings Mattin, are you alright?
...just as the noise of the ship landing overpowers any words she may have said. Walking faster she turns toward the depot hoping to unload the logs and be back in time to talk to him yet when she finally could walk to the dock the ship had already taken sail. Frowning, Achae turns again toward the forest eating an apple dreaming of a salmon dish.....
Hopefully all is fine with him.