[ it isn't the first time he's been in the company of places where unwelcome people dwell. hiding from them is nothing unfamiliar, scrambling by on what remains to survive even less. so here he sits, empty handed save for the sheathed blade in his lap, one hand curiously slipped beneath the folds of his cloak.
the ring whispers to him, whispers when he is restless, when there is still joy to be found, always, it speaks. but today it speaks loudly, has no desire to be taken here, where there is no way to return to the one who made it. these men are not it's masters, and his master can not be found in the stars.
so it tempts it's bearer, tempts it to escape any danger, to fall hidden under it's evil like a far heavier cloak that will show nothing.
his eyes flutter, the sounds around him add only more to the temptation that weighs over him. he knows what he's always known. that another person cannot have the ring.
but there's something even worse sitting, doing nothing -- waiting for some stroke of doom to strike. and he begins to think. ]
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the ring whispers to him, whispers when he is restless, when there is still joy to be found, always, it speaks. but today it speaks loudly, has no desire to be taken here, where there is no way to return to the one who made it. these men are not it's masters, and his master can not be found in the stars.
so it tempts it's bearer, tempts it to escape any danger, to fall hidden under it's evil like a far heavier cloak that will show nothing.
his eyes flutter, the sounds around him add only more to the temptation that weighs over him. he knows what he's always known. that another person cannot have the ring.
but there's something even worse sitting, doing nothing -- waiting for some stroke of doom to strike. and he begins to think. ]