red ledger [c]
Feb 18, 2015 0:32:30 GMT -5
Post by MISS PINK on Feb 18, 2015 0:32:30 GMT -5
Caymus stood still, listening quietly outside of the prison for any activity. He had a need to stretch his legs, accepting the bitter cold with nothing more than his typical scowl. He remembered shaking information out of Niklaus vaguely, waiting to make a move on the information he had just received. With Thorne gone after Lamora, Caymus was on edge. He had refused to leave the prison, waiting for his comrade to return back from his battle. He felt stupid, foolish even to have sent out his best officer alone to combat the rogue. Caymus should have accompanied him, even if it risked offense. No, he played the nice guy. He let Thorne do what he had to do and now he was torn with worry that was reserved for his children.
Caymus paused briefly from his worries to nanny himself. You are meeting with Alexander and Chamber when the sun reaches the middle of the sky, the sheriff reminded himself slowly. The wolfhound's gaze once again swept across the horizon, only to find nothing. Thorne had been gone for a day now and was expected to be on leave for as long as it took to bring Lamora back dead or alive. Caymus bitterly curled his lips in disgust, snarling feverishly at not being able to personally tear the white dog apart. He trusted Thorne to get the job done, but nevertheless worried himself over what he would do with one of his only friends dead or flayed apart. Caymus wanted vengeance and had the size to exact it, but Thorne had his reasons and Caymus accepted it.
Now he raggedly sighed, hauling himself to his paws and forcing himself to move. He wanted as many police force members promoted and moving through the ranks, but he could not ignore reports of bad behavior. Caymus knew he needed to discuss Chamber's actions with the dog that had reported them before he could be promoted, but he dreaded it with his entire being. He dragged himself into his office and sat behind his desk once again, mentally cursing his personal prison. He would rather be outside, looking for Thorne and letting the time tick by.
(Peregrine, ace!)