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Three miles? He fought the urge to audibly groan as he made his merry way down the railroad tracks. His eyes scanned the horizon, trained on the gate in the far distance. For not the first time today, he questioned his decision. Though in desperate need of shelter, food, and protection, he debated turning around. Surely, he told himself, there were other places he could reach in a shorter time.
But if nothing else, Devland was persistent. Though perhaps the better word was unrelenting. Once committed to a task, he stuck with it, almost obsessively - no matter how much complaining would follow. So, he gave an agitated huff and traipsed further down the line.
As he finally neared the gate, a satisfied smirk curved his lips upward. However, his smirk faded as quickly as it has settled on his face. A mildly pained look took its place. He halted, inspecting his right shoulder and giving it a painful roll. A nasty wound rested there, poorly covered by an incorrectly prepared poultice, and he knew whatever sort of infection he had was worsening. He internally flinched at the realization before shoving the knowledge to the furthest corner of his mind. He would deal with it later.
Continuing forward, it was not long before he reached the gate. Half-lidded eyes took in the scene before him and were instantly drawn to the bell. He supposed that was how he would announce himself. Awkwardly because of his injury, he crossed towards the bell. Before he could ring it, his attention was completely stolen by the bucket of snakes. Black mambas. His eyes lit up in delight.
Task momentarily forgotten, the young boy eased into a sitting position to watch the snakes. 'Maybe the long trek was worth something in the end,' he mused.
Three miles? He fought the urge to audibly groan as he made his merry way down the railroad tracks. His eyes scanned the horizon, trained on the gate in the far distance. For not the first time today, he questioned his decision. Though in desperate need of shelter, food, and protection, he debated turning around. Surely, he told himself, there were other places he could reach in a shorter time.
But if nothing else, Devland was persistent. Though perhaps the better word was unrelenting. Once committed to a task, he stuck with it, almost obsessively - no matter how much complaining would follow. So, he gave an agitated huff and traipsed further down the line.
As he finally neared the gate, a satisfied smirk curved his lips upward. However, his smirk faded as quickly as it has settled on his face. A mildly pained look took its place. He halted, inspecting his right shoulder and giving it a painful roll. A nasty wound rested there, poorly covered by an incorrectly prepared poultice, and he knew whatever sort of infection he had was worsening. He internally flinched at the realization before shoving the knowledge to the furthest corner of his mind. He would deal with it later.
Continuing forward, it was not long before he reached the gate. Half-lidded eyes took in the scene before him and were instantly drawn to the bell. He supposed that was how he would announce himself. Awkwardly because of his injury, he crossed towards the bell. Before he could ring it, his attention was completely stolen by the bucket of snakes. Black mambas. His eyes lit up in delight.
Task momentarily forgotten, the young boy eased into a sitting position to watch the snakes. 'Maybe the long trek was worth something in the end,' he mused.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand