The unease ate at him. An itch burrowing against his patience, riddling it with holes and making him fiercely short tempered.
They'd been tracking Leoline's last movements through the hills of the Southern Glen for four nights now and for what seemed like the hundredth time they'd lost the trail.
Beneath him, his horse huffed a frustrated snort and sidestepped. He shared the aggravation and ran a soothing hand along trembling flesh, "Easy, there, Lilly."
The moniker earned a chuckle from the nearest man as they shared the humor of naming such a great war beast something as feminine as 'Lily.' The longstanding joke might've dissipated a little of the tension if it weren't for the condition his gentle patting had revealed.
Sweat slicked.
He sighed as he cast a look up at the setting sun.
Looked like his decision was being made for him.
Swinging a leg free of the stirrup he signaled simultaneously for his men to follow suit, "We'll pick up again at first light."
There would be no grumbling. Not amongst this squadron of men, for they were a tight-knit group that owed their allegience deep within their blood. The shared heredity of a fallen angel bound them as tightly together as if they had shared a womb.
The disappearance of Leo had done much to grind down their spirits and the usual jovial tone of their camping was subdued.
He tended to his mount with the same careful consideration he would give a woman. The equipment removed and the horse watered, fed, and rubbed down before he saw to his own needs.
Ignoring the creeping exhaustion that had settled in his bones, he instead took First Watch, realizing that sleep would elude him despite his need for it.
As he sat with his back to the fire, careful to maintain his nightvision in this foreign land, he slid the bracelet of woven hair around his wrist. The strands differed in color and texture but all brought a sense of peace. Bringing it to his lips he brushed a kiss across it before murmuring, "Goodnight my children. Sleep well this eve."
Ignoring the restless press of anxiety at their separation and instead focusing on the darkness that pressed in around them.
They'd been tracking Leoline's last movements through the hills of the Southern Glen for four nights now and for what seemed like the hundredth time they'd lost the trail.
Beneath him, his horse huffed a frustrated snort and sidestepped. He shared the aggravation and ran a soothing hand along trembling flesh, "Easy, there, Lilly."
The moniker earned a chuckle from the nearest man as they shared the humor of naming such a great war beast something as feminine as 'Lily.' The longstanding joke might've dissipated a little of the tension if it weren't for the condition his gentle patting had revealed.
Sweat slicked.
He sighed as he cast a look up at the setting sun.
Looked like his decision was being made for him.
Swinging a leg free of the stirrup he signaled simultaneously for his men to follow suit, "We'll pick up again at first light."
There would be no grumbling. Not amongst this squadron of men, for they were a tight-knit group that owed their allegience deep within their blood. The shared heredity of a fallen angel bound them as tightly together as if they had shared a womb.
The disappearance of Leo had done much to grind down their spirits and the usual jovial tone of their camping was subdued.
He tended to his mount with the same careful consideration he would give a woman. The equipment removed and the horse watered, fed, and rubbed down before he saw to his own needs.
Ignoring the creeping exhaustion that had settled in his bones, he instead took First Watch, realizing that sleep would elude him despite his need for it.
As he sat with his back to the fire, careful to maintain his nightvision in this foreign land, he slid the bracelet of woven hair around his wrist. The strands differed in color and texture but all brought a sense of peace. Bringing it to his lips he brushed a kiss across it before murmuring, "Goodnight my children. Sleep well this eve."
Ignoring the restless press of anxiety at their separation and instead focusing on the darkness that pressed in around them.