Day 11, Season Winter, 513 AV
If it had just been Nate, things would've been simpler. That was what Nate was thinking as he stormed through the city of Endrykas, barely watching where he was going. Truthfully, he really didn't care where he was going. It didn't matter anyway, no matter which direction he picked, he was still here, in this petching city with these petching people.
If it had just been Nate, things would have been extremely simple. Without having to worry about his sisters, he'd have immediately started to plan. There was one thing Nate had definitely learned after years of being a hunter, and that was patience. You could not hunt without loads of patience. So he could wait for just the right opportunity to escape. It wouldn't be hard. He'd already considered Riverfall as an excellent possibility; the Akalak were fine warriors and he doubted the Drykas would dare attack their city.
But his sisters were here, and that changed everything. Even if he wanted to leave, he could not leave them behind. What was worse was Kat's attitude. She wanted to be here, and that selfishness had bound Lea and himself to this place as well. Kat knew neither of them would leave without her. Which meant that, like it or not, he was stuck here.
Nate jolted as he very nearly ran into a tree. It was a rare Cyphrus tree, one of those odd things you see every so often on the plains, jutting out of the ground, alone and solitary. Nate supposed the Drykas never bothered to cut it down because, well, it was too small to be worth much firewood, but too large to just knock over. Someone would have to hack at it with a woodsman's axe to bring it down, but clearly no one saw any reason to.
Nate's brown eyes were a storm of emotions. He hated it here. Hated every moment of it. Hated the city, and everyone in it. And the hatred rolled and roiled and burned inside him, and with a strangled cry he sent his fist sailing straight at the rough bark, the knuckles impacting the wood with a dry crack. At that moment, there weren't many people to witness this, not that Nate would have cared, as the pain in his hand helped clear the hate-filled fog in his head.
They should've left him to die out there. Once again, if his sisters weren't here, he'd have preferred that. But even that was not an option; if he died, who would take care of his sisters?
Stuck. Trapped. Caged.
Nate roared and slammed his fist over and over into the truck of the tree, his eyes clouding with unshed tears of anger, rage, and frustration as he just swung with abandon. The bark cracked slightly but his flesh cracked more, blood now streamed down the bruised and battered knuckles, through his fingers, to the grass-covered ground.
Each strike sent shudders of sharp pain down his arm, but Nate just kept swinging regardless. The surge of adrenaline that his anger summoned, combined with mounting frustration at what was an impossible situation to him, kept his fist going and going despite every other part of his brain screaming at him to stop. For some reason, it felt good to finally let loose.
After a few ticks of this, Nate finally found himself out of breath, the hand he'd sent repeatedly into the tree was now pressed against it as he lowered his head, brow covered in a sheen of sweat. Nate gulped down big mouthfuls of air as he tried to once again recapture his composure, his eardrums roaring with the blood rushing past them.
There was no choice. There was never any choice. Whoever said that life was never fair should be executed, Nate decided. Then again, whoever that was, had been absolutely right. He chuckled with a combination of wry gallows humor and surprising relief as he examined his bleeding hand. Despite the pain, despite the sore and bleeding skin, he felt strangely better. Like his fist took the brunt of the punishment, and now he felt... lighter. The fury still burned inside him, like a caged beast. But its hunger had been satisfied... for now.