Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 0:59:55 GMT
Vladimir was bored. He had joined up with the merchant caravan hoping that something exciting would happen. Instead he'd been stuck on the edge of the wagon, the young dark mage left to his own devices as he found amusement in cursing random animals, or at least what few would dare poke their heads above ground during the daylight hours. The whole thing was just so... boring. He almost wished he was back with his old masters, if only so that there was something to do to make the hours pass faster than molasses limping down through an hourglass. The desert was boring and stupid and pointless and it should have ended days ago, and yet the stupid merchant leader had said that they weren't even halfway through the expanse between Grust and Medon.
The young boy has almost cursed the man himself out of sheer spite; instead, he had contented himself with viciously causing the death of a jackrabbit that had darted across the sand, his dark magic causing its muscles to slowly seize up one by one before its heart gave out and it finally passed on. Grima above, he would have even taken an attack from Ylisse if it meant there was an end to the boredom. Instead, the blond made due with what he had, hopping off of the wagon when the caravan stopped for the night, having cursed himself to go without the need for food for a few days after he'd first tasted the cooking provided to him - needless to say, it wasn't very good, and he could already tell that when he broke his curse, the hunger that would immediately set upon him would be intense.
He kicked a rock, watching it dance across the sand before him, a scowl over his features and a pout pushing out his lips. What was is going to take to get some entertainment around here?
@broly
The young boy has almost cursed the man himself out of sheer spite; instead, he had contented himself with viciously causing the death of a jackrabbit that had darted across the sand, his dark magic causing its muscles to slowly seize up one by one before its heart gave out and it finally passed on. Grima above, he would have even taken an attack from Ylisse if it meant there was an end to the boredom. Instead, the blond made due with what he had, hopping off of the wagon when the caravan stopped for the night, having cursed himself to go without the need for food for a few days after he'd first tasted the cooking provided to him - needless to say, it wasn't very good, and he could already tell that when he broke his curse, the hunger that would immediately set upon him would be intense.
He kicked a rock, watching it dance across the sand before him, a scowl over his features and a pout pushing out his lips. What was is going to take to get some entertainment around here?
@broly