Winter 9, Day 2 of Mok's journey, 5:34 PM
The sun was setting fast and there was nothing Mok could do about it. The myrian had been running all day and was fatigued. He didn't know what would be his fate this night. The stained smell of blood and sweat on his body was his enemy. The gladius at his side his only friend.
A howl rings from the north. Mok keeps running. Each step is a struggle, but there no choice. Each stride brought him closer to the inevitable truth. His heart was pounding almost uncontrollably. All signs of controlled breathing were gone now, but didn't matter anymore. All he could do was continuing. Again another howl rang from the myrian's right. Soon enough they would begin to gain on him. He had no hope for escape at all. He would be caught eventually. For now he could only run until he found the optimum place to fight for his life.
Adrenaline surged through his veins and fear swept his mind. There are no more thoughts for Mok. Everything was getting boiled down to the bare minimum: survival. Slowly, a grin sprawled across his face. He loved this shit. The feeling going through his body right now was the absolute best. Living life on the brink was what it was all about. Men all over Mizahar would be sitting safe in their beloved cities. These men would talk about their crops, their children, and their gossip. These people will worry about petty non-sense. Mok on the other hand, had only had one thing to worry about: the wolves trying to hunt him down. It was pretty damn glorious if you think about it.
It was dusk now. The sun was gone and in a few minutes it would be completely dark. It was now time to stop and take the best defensive position he possibly could. He needed to get out of the tree line and run up the closet hill. Mok wasn't sure if this was the best place to go, but at least he would be able to see his opponent before they attacked. Grabbing a dead branch, he jogged up the side of the hill. Minutes later he found himself at the top.
The location of the upcoming battle was set. Several howls confirmed this fact. Mok had maybe a minute to catch his breath.
The sun was setting fast and there was nothing Mok could do about it. The myrian had been running all day and was fatigued. He didn't know what would be his fate this night. The stained smell of blood and sweat on his body was his enemy. The gladius at his side his only friend.
A howl rings from the north. Mok keeps running. Each step is a struggle, but there no choice. Each stride brought him closer to the inevitable truth. His heart was pounding almost uncontrollably. All signs of controlled breathing were gone now, but didn't matter anymore. All he could do was continuing. Again another howl rang from the myrian's right. Soon enough they would begin to gain on him. He had no hope for escape at all. He would be caught eventually. For now he could only run until he found the optimum place to fight for his life.
Adrenaline surged through his veins and fear swept his mind. There are no more thoughts for Mok. Everything was getting boiled down to the bare minimum: survival. Slowly, a grin sprawled across his face. He loved this shit. The feeling going through his body right now was the absolute best. Living life on the brink was what it was all about. Men all over Mizahar would be sitting safe in their beloved cities. These men would talk about their crops, their children, and their gossip. These people will worry about petty non-sense. Mok on the other hand, had only had one thing to worry about: the wolves trying to hunt him down. It was pretty damn glorious if you think about it.
It was dusk now. The sun was gone and in a few minutes it would be completely dark. It was now time to stop and take the best defensive position he possibly could. He needed to get out of the tree line and run up the closet hill. Mok wasn't sure if this was the best place to go, but at least he would be able to see his opponent before they attacked. Grabbing a dead branch, he jogged up the side of the hill. Minutes later he found himself at the top.
The location of the upcoming battle was set. Several howls confirmed this fact. Mok had maybe a minute to catch his breath.
Red = Myrian
Bold = Common
Bold = Common