Originally Posted by Americano Blue
"It's...dog food." Dawn explained badly.
"Hey, don't tease me when I have a sword." She teased back.
In his mind he was back.
Dust flashback. (Click to show)
He looked out over the bodies, both men, orc, and warg alike, that covered the red stained field. His shoulders ached and his breathing was rapid yet not a cut was on him since he healed when he shifted. The heat from the fires that dotted the field seemed like a violent force on his skin. There was was no use looking for survivors. Any wounded were injured to greatly to be moved and those that might survive it...well they had nothing that would help. He stepped over the bodies of both dead and dying, keeping his eyes towards the horizon, above the masses. A few reached out to him with pleading eyes, only to find rejection. At last he found the still form he had been looking for and praying was alive. He gazed at the corpse and sighed. The alpha had fallen. Her white fur was sweat and blood, from both her and her rider. He reached down and gingerly shut her eyes in an attempt to escape her still disproving gaze. He shifted to his Warg form and turned his back to the field, running off into the distance, yet the cries of the dying haunted his steps.
He snapped out of it and jumped slightly.
Jackdaw was offended buy the term. "Dog food! Well, that is gone. You'll eat meat here and cheeses. " He said with conviction. The servant brought them out a large try of a mix of meats and cheeses. As she set it down, he nodded his gratitude to her. "Thank you. " He add softly.
Degan rolled his eyes and said, "That's going to get old fast."
( Finally some back story!
Love it, he's so guarded and what a great flash back! )
Aeval made a soothing sound. "Easy, you are safe." She whispered softly. She then put another log on the fire. Before she started gutting the fish, using her scale. As she finished them, she strung then on a stick through their mouths and gill flap.