Guns For H A N D S (open)
Mar 23, 2016 14:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Zachary Rechin on Mar 23, 2016 14:44:56 GMT -5
Zac toyed with the heavy chain around his neck, dressed in his usual stealth-action set of a black tank top and a black beanie with some jeans and his combat boots. He'd gotten back in the habit of dressing for war constantly since he'd come back down from the mountains. He kept his lion pelt of the Styx in his pack he always carried around. It was always by his side. But that pack was off a good arm's stretch away from him at the moment. He was currently more occupied with the little duckling in his hands.
He gently stroked the back of the baby duck as it nested and rested in his hands. This was a first for him, but since he'd been back from the mountains animals had been more in touch with him. He was still looking for an apartment where they would allow him to house a small bear. No such luck. He'll just have to camp it out like he'd been used to doing. That, or move back up to the Atlas Mountains and continue his chess games with Atlas. Even though he had to move the chess pieces for the Titan, he was still a good opponent. The winnings were 50-50, if not Atlas wins slightly more often. He'd carved the pieces into being creative little ducks. The rooks were little duck towers, the Knights were ducks with swords. The bishops had been priestly looking ducks, and so on. Pawns were regular ducks. He'd loved that set, but he left it behind wit Atlas as a parting gift. He needed the company of humans again.
But when he got back down, everything was the same and yet nothing was the same. His old leader was a traitor to his people and sided with the Titans. So that meant he was personally relieved of service, and technically by the laws of the G.P. He was required to kill the old praetor. But everyone was breaking rules, and nobody was giving him a reason to join the struggle again. There was still nothing for him down here. He had more in his relationship with a Titan and a bear than he'd ever felt like he had with anyone. Except for maybe one person...
He shook the thought out of his head as he stroked the little duckling's head. That wasn't an option anymore, he had to accept that. It wouldn't be good for him either, so no harm done. No losses. Just another might have been. That's all she could be. He looked out over the pond and saw the duckling's mother swimming around, quacking anxiously. Animals were better than humans. That was the lesson he could take from life.
He gently stroked the back of the baby duck as it nested and rested in his hands. This was a first for him, but since he'd been back from the mountains animals had been more in touch with him. He was still looking for an apartment where they would allow him to house a small bear. No such luck. He'll just have to camp it out like he'd been used to doing. That, or move back up to the Atlas Mountains and continue his chess games with Atlas. Even though he had to move the chess pieces for the Titan, he was still a good opponent. The winnings were 50-50, if not Atlas wins slightly more often. He'd carved the pieces into being creative little ducks. The rooks were little duck towers, the Knights were ducks with swords. The bishops had been priestly looking ducks, and so on. Pawns were regular ducks. He'd loved that set, but he left it behind wit Atlas as a parting gift. He needed the company of humans again.
But when he got back down, everything was the same and yet nothing was the same. His old leader was a traitor to his people and sided with the Titans. So that meant he was personally relieved of service, and technically by the laws of the G.P. He was required to kill the old praetor. But everyone was breaking rules, and nobody was giving him a reason to join the struggle again. There was still nothing for him down here. He had more in his relationship with a Titan and a bear than he'd ever felt like he had with anyone. Except for maybe one person...
He shook the thought out of his head as he stroked the little duckling's head. That wasn't an option anymore, he had to accept that. It wouldn't be good for him either, so no harm done. No losses. Just another might have been. That's all she could be. He looked out over the pond and saw the duckling's mother swimming around, quacking anxiously. Animals were better than humans. That was the lesson he could take from life.
