Wandering home. [Sascha] Feb 28, 2013 19:46:46 GMT -5
Post by Casey DeLaney on Feb 28, 2013 19:46:46 GMT -5
The walk to the inn was as long one, especially after a long day of scouting duties, but Casey never failed to make the trek out to the Breathelight whenever he could. His visits had become less frequent, down to once a week, twice if he was lucky. Casey worried what the other Fulsi might think he was sneaking off to do if he was spotted too often— spies had always been a threat to the Ring, and the last thing Casey wanted was to have his loyalty questioned.
Since Charm had become Alpha, he’d been doing his best to show that he was a loyal ring member. That meant volunteering for more patrols, and wandering off less. But he couldn’t stay away from the inn for long. He’d slipped away under the cover of darkness, and although he was tired, Casey walked with more spring in his step than he’d had all week.
As he finally approached the decrepit old building, he wondered if Sascha would even be there to greet him. He often went out and hunted at night, so Casey hoped that if he wasn’t there, that he would be back soon. He climbed the shaky stairs and walked along the safest routes on the creaky floor, long since committed to memory, until he ended up at the familiar door that marked Sascha’s room. He turned the handle and walked inside, and immediately froze in his tracks.
A little boy screamed and turned in fright, staring at him in horror from his place next to the window. Casey didn’t hesitate and drew his skinning knife from its sheath, which in turn drove the little boy to wailing helplessly, pressed up against the wall. “P-please, don’t hurt me!” he cried, “I don’t have no food or nothing, please!” Tears streamed down his face and he tried to hide behind his arms.
“Be quiet!” Casey hissed, walking into the room and rushing to the closet. He threw the doors open only to find it empty. He raced to the small adjoining room and found it empty too. Casey turned back to the boy, his heart pounding with both fear and rage. “Who are you? Who are you here with?” He demanded, stepping closer until the boy shrunk to the ground in terror. “Where is Sascha?! Where is the man who lives here?” Casey’s mind was racing now. A child was rarely alone out here… if they had no family, they usually had a Ring, and if they were rogues, they had other rogues to protect them. Had rogues taken the Inn? Were the others just out hunting, or even on their way back to the kid now? And if they were… where was Sascha?
The thought that something might have happened to him was more than Casey could bear, and he crouched down in front of the boy, pointing the knife at him. He didn’t have it in him to actually hurt the boy, but he hoped the threat was enough for the kid to quit his wailing and make some sense.
“TALK! Where is he?!”
Ooc: MeanieCasey, scaring Fletchie to death. D8