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Alone with his demons. He watched the Dhani sliver away, the beast he knew of only in tales now come to life. They weren't nobel, or elegant, or beautiful at all. No, this one was savage, ruthless, selfish; just like you, the voice of reason chimed again. Do you think you're any better than him? No. But if I ever see him again, the man promised himself, I will kill him.
Dravite collected his things and slowly made his way towards the waiting Strider. Cree flinched but found himself at a safe enough distance to accept his rider, who stood, wrapping his comrades daggers in a item of clothing he stripped himself off to hide the weapons, stowing the two dagger safely in the right side of his yvas bag. He would leave Bayon's mare; as beautiful as she was she would either find her own way back to the city or join one of the wide herds that roamed these parts. He did not let her go, however, without first removing the yvas from her back, not wanting her to become entangled or caught on anything during her travels.
When he climbed up onto Cree's back he rode the stallion up onto the rise and looked down at the river, the cart and the oxen that remained trapped there. Did anyone know he had gone out with Bayon this morning? He could think of none but the snake man himself. With fast moving feet he goaded his horse into a sharp and sudden turn before the two of them were off, thundering across the grassy plain as if their lives depended on it. You cannot outrun your demons, but I can try, he endured.
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Alone with his demons. He watched the Dhani sliver away, the beast he knew of only in tales now come to life. They weren't nobel, or elegant, or beautiful at all. No, this one was savage, ruthless, selfish; just like you, the voice of reason chimed again. Do you think you're any better than him? No. But if I ever see him again, the man promised himself, I will kill him.
Dravite collected his things and slowly made his way towards the waiting Strider. Cree flinched but found himself at a safe enough distance to accept his rider, who stood, wrapping his comrades daggers in a item of clothing he stripped himself off to hide the weapons, stowing the two dagger safely in the right side of his yvas bag. He would leave Bayon's mare; as beautiful as she was she would either find her own way back to the city or join one of the wide herds that roamed these parts. He did not let her go, however, without first removing the yvas from her back, not wanting her to become entangled or caught on anything during her travels.
When he climbed up onto Cree's back he rode the stallion up onto the rise and looked down at the river, the cart and the oxen that remained trapped there. Did anyone know he had gone out with Bayon this morning? He could think of none but the snake man himself. With fast moving feet he goaded his horse into a sharp and sudden turn before the two of them were off, thundering across the grassy plain as if their lives depended on it. You cannot outrun your demons, but I can try, he endured.
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