Timestamp: 82 of Fall, 511 AV
Something small and bony walked on his bad leg and Bolden grunted awake.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
The young Denusk opened a reluctant eye and saw a lovely woman standing over him. Her long light hair was still sleep tousled and her lids looked heavy.
"What are you doing? Are you looking for something Lashira?"
"My -name- is Shalina." She huffed, pulling the blanket from him to hold around herself.
"I thought you said your last name is Denusk. Where's Vanator?"
Sitting up abruptly he yanked the blanket from her and wrapped it firmly around his own waist. Bolden sat their rigidly, glaring at the woman.
"Why? You know he's married twice over... Were you hoping for a double play?" Bolden spat out the words bitterly. He reached for a wrinkled bundle of clothes and tossed them at her feet in disgust. His leg throbbed painfully, the scar raised into a purplish red color, only adding fuel to his temper.
"Get out, whatever you name is. And spread the word to your friends, that spending the night with me, won't get you time with Van!" Venom nearly dripped from the short statement and his gaze turned hard as stone.
The young Denusk glared at Shalina until she'd hurriedly dressed and left his tent. Slowly, he got up and got dressed, making his way over to the cook fire. Tea would set things right. Strong, hot tea would go down perfectly about now. He stirred up the banked coals until they glowed and he started the water heating.
The day was bound to pick up he was sure. He'd just get some tea in him, a bit of breakfast under his belt and go for a ride.
Something small and bony walked on his bad leg and Bolden grunted awake.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
The young Denusk opened a reluctant eye and saw a lovely woman standing over him. Her long light hair was still sleep tousled and her lids looked heavy.
"What are you doing? Are you looking for something Lashira?"
"My -name- is Shalina." She huffed, pulling the blanket from him to hold around herself.
"I thought you said your last name is Denusk. Where's Vanator?"
Sitting up abruptly he yanked the blanket from her and wrapped it firmly around his own waist. Bolden sat their rigidly, glaring at the woman.
"Why? You know he's married twice over... Were you hoping for a double play?" Bolden spat out the words bitterly. He reached for a wrinkled bundle of clothes and tossed them at her feet in disgust. His leg throbbed painfully, the scar raised into a purplish red color, only adding fuel to his temper.
"Get out, whatever you name is. And spread the word to your friends, that spending the night with me, won't get you time with Van!" Venom nearly dripped from the short statement and his gaze turned hard as stone.
The young Denusk glared at Shalina until she'd hurriedly dressed and left his tent. Slowly, he got up and got dressed, making his way over to the cook fire. Tea would set things right. Strong, hot tea would go down perfectly about now. He stirred up the banked coals until they glowed and he started the water heating.
The day was bound to pick up he was sure. He'd just get some tea in him, a bit of breakfast under his belt and go for a ride.
