It was an uneventful month for Kerek. Morey was still angry that he hadn't sucked up to him immediately after Jasim's imprisonment, so Kerek was still stuck on guard duty. The morning was cool, so there wasn't much to complain about, except the boredom, but if Kerek had been inside, he'd still be bored out of his mind. He was just thankful no one had seen or heard him talking to the breton girl a month prior, it made it easier for him to focus on how he'd slip away without anyone being the wiser. Except, he reasoned, I work guard duty and could just walk away without Morey finding out immediately.
Kerek stood and took a step forward, determined to just do it, damn the consequences. He had just got to the end of the path when he heard a scream. Kerek's hand flew to his war-hammer and he broke out into a run. Another scream, this time accompanied with a bear's roar. Faster. Harder. The screams and roars got closer and closer and then, there they were. A big, dark cave bear was standing on his hind legs, arms raised, over a figure on the ground. Her screams had ceased into little more than quiet whimpers and thick, dark life blood dripped from the bear's claws.
Moving forward in long purposeful strides, Kerek raised his war-hammer high and swung it down in a mighty arc, the flat face of the weapon hitting the bear's head solidly with a sickening crack. The bear fell and Kerek's head whipped over to where the woman lay, whimpering weakly. His blood ran cold when he realized it was the breton girl.
He tucked his war-hammer into it's holster and scooped the woman up into his arms. Whiterun was a fair distance away, and Kerek's restoration skill was shoddy to say the best, but he lit his hand with the spell and pressed it into the breton's chest. "What's your name?" he demanded, trying to focus her attention as he sprinted to Whiterun. Riverwood didn't have any great healers to speak of, and wouldn't be of much help. No, Kerek knew the girl's only hope was Whiterun's Temple of Kynareth.
She mumbled something about being cold into his bicep and he hugged her closer. "Your name, woman." He demanded again, lightly shaking her to keep her awake. She said something else but Kerek couldn't hear her, but he could see a guard and the front gates of whiterun looming ever closer.
The guard shouted something and took off running behind Kerek. At the gates, the guard caught up with Kerek, both of them panting heavily. "It was... A bear." he said between breaths, handing the breton to the guard, who seemed over-encumbered by the girl's weight.
"Sure it was, Orc." The guard grumbled, taking the breton into the city, leaving Kerek blinking at the large gate as it closed in his face. He huffed and threw himself down on the small step, his eyes slipping closed. Why had he even bothered? It wasn't like she was going to come running out in the morning and ecpress her undying gratitude to him.
Kerek stood, moving down the cobblestone road back towards his camp. He really ought to have been more faithful to his orsimer ways. Morey was a milk-drinker who hid behind three or four bodyguards at a time, but the nord was still his leader. And an orc didn't just run away because the man who was picked to lead was dishonorable. No, a real orc would have stood his ground and challenged the dishonorable, if he died, at least it was a good death. One that Malacath himself would be proud of.
As he approached the cave entrance, Kerek steeled himself. No one was outside, so that meant they probably hadn't noticed his disappearance. He rolled his shoulders and pushed open the makeshift doors to see a mess. Three or four men laid dead, but there was more blood around than what belonged to them. "Morey's looking for you." One of the nords growled out of the side of his mouth, "He's pretty pissed."
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Green Eyed [2/?]
Date: 2014-04-29 01:10 pm (UTC)It was an uneventful month for Kerek. Morey was still angry that he hadn't sucked up to him immediately after Jasim's imprisonment, so Kerek was still stuck on guard duty. The morning was cool, so there wasn't much to complain about, except the boredom, but if Kerek had been inside, he'd still be bored out of his mind. He was just thankful no one had seen or heard him talking to the breton girl a month prior, it made it easier for him to focus on how he'd slip away without anyone being the wiser. Except, he reasoned, I work guard duty and could just walk away without Morey finding out immediately.
Kerek stood and took a step forward, determined to just do it, damn the consequences. He had just got to the end of the path when he heard a scream. Kerek's hand flew to his war-hammer and he broke out into a run. Another scream, this time accompanied with a bear's roar. Faster. Harder. The screams and roars got closer and closer and then, there they were. A big, dark cave bear was standing on his hind legs, arms raised, over a figure on the ground. Her screams had ceased into little more than quiet whimpers and thick, dark life blood dripped from the bear's claws.
Moving forward in long purposeful strides, Kerek raised his war-hammer high and swung it down in a mighty arc, the flat face of the weapon hitting the bear's head solidly with a sickening crack. The bear fell and Kerek's head whipped over to where the woman lay, whimpering weakly. His blood ran cold when he realized it was the breton girl.
He tucked his war-hammer into it's holster and scooped the woman up into his arms. Whiterun was a fair distance away, and Kerek's restoration skill was shoddy to say the best, but he lit his hand with the spell and pressed it into the breton's chest. "What's your name?" he demanded, trying to focus her attention as he sprinted to Whiterun. Riverwood didn't have any great healers to speak of, and wouldn't be of much help. No, Kerek knew the girl's only hope was Whiterun's Temple of Kynareth.
She mumbled something about being cold into his bicep and he hugged her closer. "Your name, woman." He demanded again, lightly shaking her to keep her awake. She said something else but Kerek couldn't hear her, but he could see a guard and the front gates of whiterun looming ever closer.
The guard shouted something and took off running behind Kerek. At the gates, the guard caught up with Kerek, both of them panting heavily. "It was... A bear." he said between breaths, handing the breton to the guard, who seemed over-encumbered by the girl's weight.
"Sure it was, Orc." The guard grumbled, taking the breton into the city, leaving Kerek blinking at the large gate as it closed in his face. He huffed and threw himself down on the small step, his eyes slipping closed. Why had he even bothered? It wasn't like she was going to come running out in the morning and ecpress her undying gratitude to him.
Kerek stood, moving down the cobblestone road back towards his camp. He really ought to have been more faithful to his orsimer ways. Morey was a milk-drinker who hid behind three or four bodyguards at a time, but the nord was still his leader. And an orc didn't just run away because the man who was picked to lead was dishonorable. No, a real orc would have stood his ground and challenged the dishonorable, if he died, at least it was a good death. One that Malacath himself would be proud of.
As he approached the cave entrance, Kerek steeled himself. No one was outside, so that meant they probably hadn't noticed his disappearance. He rolled his shoulders and pushed open the makeshift doors to see a mess. Three or four men laid dead, but there was more blood around than what belonged to them. "Morey's looking for you." One of the nords growled out of the side of his mouth, "He's pretty pissed."