08-21-2016, 06:31 AM
Declan lingered but Sören did not wait. The man knew the way back to their camp, and with the creature dead there was nothing that might hinder his safe return. "I don't care,"
he said harshly, without looking back. Until there was a sudden click, like the snap of bone. Sören spun, squeezing his fist, filling painfully with the tumultuous power. It felt as though it ruptured every vein in his body as it snaked out. But Declan's body already slumped. The runes intended to jerk him free instead cradled his limbs, softening his tumble to the floor.
"Sova gott, vän*"
His brows lowered into a frown as he tugged his scarf up over his mouth, backing up the tunnel, returning to cold light. Bone-weary, he did not pause before treking slowly to the village.
The strange underground shrine and its secrets and treasures no longer interested him. The death of his friend was regrettable, and yet he did not spare himself the time to mourn. Nor to think of a small girl with a tea set. But he reported the death dutifully, and laid credit for the lake's secret discovery like a wreath at Declan's feet. That he had promised anyway. It would take weeks for the body's retrieval and subsequent excavation of the site. By that time the body of the beast would have rotted, or the village would have taken care of it. Neither prospect concerned Sören. After seeking what medical attention he could, he disappeared as quietly as he had arrived.
[[*Sleep well, friend.]]
he said harshly, without looking back. Until there was a sudden click, like the snap of bone. Sören spun, squeezing his fist, filling painfully with the tumultuous power. It felt as though it ruptured every vein in his body as it snaked out. But Declan's body already slumped. The runes intended to jerk him free instead cradled his limbs, softening his tumble to the floor.
"Sova gott, vän*"
His brows lowered into a frown as he tugged his scarf up over his mouth, backing up the tunnel, returning to cold light. Bone-weary, he did not pause before treking slowly to the village.
The strange underground shrine and its secrets and treasures no longer interested him. The death of his friend was regrettable, and yet he did not spare himself the time to mourn. Nor to think of a small girl with a tea set. But he reported the death dutifully, and laid credit for the lake's secret discovery like a wreath at Declan's feet. That he had promised anyway. It would take weeks for the body's retrieval and subsequent excavation of the site. By that time the body of the beast would have rotted, or the village would have taken care of it. Neither prospect concerned Sören. After seeking what medical attention he could, he disappeared as quietly as he had arrived.
[[*Sleep well, friend.]]
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