Early morning. The brush of a forest just outside of the City boundaries, shook and parted, as a fox went trudging through it. It shook its head, turning this way and that, its ears twitching at the sounds of leaves being shook by the wind. It paused, turned, and attempted to sprint off, before its neck was pierced by a single, stone headed arrow, yelping loudly, before falling to its side, its eyes held open, as life drained from its body. Brayton dropped lightly from the tree, and quietly moved over to where he had felled the poor creature. He quietly removed the arrow, sliding it all the through the exit wound, before replacing it in the quiver on his back.
The sun was dawning now, as Brayton sat upon the hillside, looking over the countryside that spanned across Regalia. The glowing rays, like liquid gold, washed over Braytons form, as he uttered a quiet sigh. A lot had happened in the past few months, that was certain. What had happened in those months? it all seemed a blur now. He raised his left hand to caress his jawline, till it reached the rough skin that surrounded his left eye. He bit back his lip, remembering the explosions. The screams. The crumbling sewers. All of it, Horrible.
He closed his eyes a moment, attempting to flit away those terrible memories. He thought of his friends. His love, Noelle. How he wished he had the money to afford a ring for the poor woman. She had been so much more than him, and she didn't deserve any of it. There was the thoughts of Dwight, the baron who had threatened and cursed both of their names. How he couldn't wait to find that man.
His thoughts shifted once more, to his order. His fellow thieves and bandits. He still didn't feel...right with most of them. He had attempted to bring it into shape; to bring order to chaos.
"How stupid I waz..to believe I could bring together a band of..idiotz" He murmered quietly to himself. A whisper, almost.
He opened his eyes now. In that instant, all of those past moments ran through his mind. The order, The collapse, The Baron. What good had any of them done for him? Injured him, stressed him. No longer! He looked down at his wrist, where he kept the bandanna, a symbol of the order, tied to his form. He tore it from his wrist now, glaring at the symbol held within its center. those empty mask eyes staring right on back at him, mocking him.
He pulled that same bloodied arrow from his quiver now, and with one swift motion, sunk the arrowhead through the cloth, and into the trunk of the tree. It stuck there, the symbol pierced by the stone. Brayton stared at this symbol now.
"...No longer will I be a laughing stock. I intend to become great, Et I will not be be dragged down by idiotic morons."
By now the sun had almost risen completely in its lazy path to the sky. Brayton stood, picking up the fox, and smugly smirked, as he made his way down the hill, Singing a rather..familiar song.
The sun was dawning now, as Brayton sat upon the hillside, looking over the countryside that spanned across Regalia. The glowing rays, like liquid gold, washed over Braytons form, as he uttered a quiet sigh. A lot had happened in the past few months, that was certain. What had happened in those months? it all seemed a blur now. He raised his left hand to caress his jawline, till it reached the rough skin that surrounded his left eye. He bit back his lip, remembering the explosions. The screams. The crumbling sewers. All of it, Horrible.
He closed his eyes a moment, attempting to flit away those terrible memories. He thought of his friends. His love, Noelle. How he wished he had the money to afford a ring for the poor woman. She had been so much more than him, and she didn't deserve any of it. There was the thoughts of Dwight, the baron who had threatened and cursed both of their names. How he couldn't wait to find that man.
His thoughts shifted once more, to his order. His fellow thieves and bandits. He still didn't feel...right with most of them. He had attempted to bring it into shape; to bring order to chaos.
"How stupid I waz..to believe I could bring together a band of..idiotz" He murmered quietly to himself. A whisper, almost.
He opened his eyes now. In that instant, all of those past moments ran through his mind. The order, The collapse, The Baron. What good had any of them done for him? Injured him, stressed him. No longer! He looked down at his wrist, where he kept the bandanna, a symbol of the order, tied to his form. He tore it from his wrist now, glaring at the symbol held within its center. those empty mask eyes staring right on back at him, mocking him.
He pulled that same bloodied arrow from his quiver now, and with one swift motion, sunk the arrowhead through the cloth, and into the trunk of the tree. It stuck there, the symbol pierced by the stone. Brayton stared at this symbol now.
"...No longer will I be a laughing stock. I intend to become great, Et I will not be be dragged down by idiotic morons."
By now the sun had almost risen completely in its lazy path to the sky. Brayton stood, picking up the fox, and smugly smirked, as he made his way down the hill, Singing a rather..familiar song.
"A coat of gold, a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my Lord
As long and sharp as yours
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
And now the reins weep o'er his halls
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls
And not a soul to hear"
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my Lord
As long and sharp as yours
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
And now the reins weep o'er his halls
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls
And not a soul to hear"
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