Post by Little John on Apr 24, 2011 0:03:54 GMT -5
Kieran sat on the side of the river, the lone figure in the light of the morning. The breeze whistled through the surrounding grass and rocks and the river moved passed in an enraged fury, bubbling and splashing the whole way. The Samurott looked peaceful as can be, yet still imposing, with his white beard flowing in the breeze and his hands pressed together.
No one could have known that the Samurott was going through internal turmoil at the moment. It was his honor against his wishes. He wished that he could turn around and lie to his fellow warriors. Place the blame of the missing food on someone else. But it wasn't in Kieran's honor to do such a thing. At least, what was left of his honor. About a month ago he had been placed on guard to protect the food stores of the Samurott warriors. Kieran was one of their best swordsman and keeping watch was meant to be an easy task. However he had fallen asleep during the night and the food stores had been stolen. He was stripped of honor and of his title by his commander and left behind while the warriors moved on. Luckily he had a sharp sese of smell. He could trace that intruder no matter how far he ran. That is what Kieran had been doing the last month, hunting this unknown theif.
His blood boiled with anger at the very thought of losing his honor and Kieran almost snapped out of his meditative trance. "Breathe" he told himself, daring his body to comply. Luckily he got his emotions back under control and delved back into his morning meditations.
No one could have known that the Samurott was going through internal turmoil at the moment. It was his honor against his wishes. He wished that he could turn around and lie to his fellow warriors. Place the blame of the missing food on someone else. But it wasn't in Kieran's honor to do such a thing. At least, what was left of his honor. About a month ago he had been placed on guard to protect the food stores of the Samurott warriors. Kieran was one of their best swordsman and keeping watch was meant to be an easy task. However he had fallen asleep during the night and the food stores had been stolen. He was stripped of honor and of his title by his commander and left behind while the warriors moved on. Luckily he had a sharp sese of smell. He could trace that intruder no matter how far he ran. That is what Kieran had been doing the last month, hunting this unknown theif.
His blood boiled with anger at the very thought of losing his honor and Kieran almost snapped out of his meditative trance. "Breathe" he told himself, daring his body to comply. Luckily he got his emotions back under control and delved back into his morning meditations.
