Knight of the Woeful Countenance (Spook)
Jan 31, 2015 14:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Peregrine on Jan 31, 2015 14:19:45 GMT -5
FAREWELL AND GOOD CHEER
OH, MY BRAVE CAVALIER
OH, MY BRAVE CAVALIER
At last, the storm was assuaged and carried on its way like a beast that had taken its fill. But it was not without leaving a swath of destruction in its wake. He and Eos had been staying under the roof of the Kekoans throughout the duration of the storm, and there were a few points during the storm’s highest raging that he wondered if it was as good as an idea as he’d originally thought; the mansion was old and rickety, crackling like the joints of an old man, creaking against the duress of the storm’s tumultuous onslaught. But, though it threatened otherwise, it seemed that the old structure had made it through the worst of it. And then, it made it through the best of it. Soon, the storm was gone and they remained.
So Leander decided he’d go for a walk. It was finally a nicer day, with little wind or rain to bother him. What little sunlight there was that filtered through the cloud cover was enough to give him back the energy that was sapped from him confined indoors. The golden male walked carefully, through the courtyard strewn with all manner of debris. Weaker plants had been uprooted, boughs broke from trees, bits of the mansion came free. Occasionally, a dead bird or rodent. Leander sighed. He did not care for this wanton destruction, committed by either nature or canine. But he continued on his walk, eager to find something good to cheer him.
After a while, he was far from the mansion, though still upon the estate that it marked the center of. Farther out, the areas were more open and its ground prone to slightly less refuse from surrounding areas. But only slightly. Leander walked the lonely cobblestone path, eyes to the sky where the clouds swirled languidly. No, the storm was done. He allowed a small smile. It was not too long until he found his ideal spot: a bench alongside the path. He supposed that the property was so huge, that even humans needed a place to sit on the way. Leander, though not a massive dog, was clearly from thicker stock with a body that favored strength over grace. This showed clearly as he hoisted himself up onto the seat of the bench. He rolled carefully onto his side, and then onto his back, settling so that his spine lined comfortably up with the slats. He propped his head awkwardly upon the arm rest, and settled to look back up to the clouds.
There he would stay, legs sprawled toward the heavens, until he began to doze.
RIDE ONWARD TO GLORIOUS STRIFE
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