- Joined
- Jun 15, 2012
- Location
- Midwest
He'd been called many names. The Rabbit, the Weasel, the fox... all because he was good at getting out of tricky situations.
This had been the trickiest. His mission had been to get into the palace and retrieve a prized jewel that had been stolen from his prince. That the jewel had been stolen in circumstances that were best not discussed was an aspect that the Hare didn't need to know about.
He had succeeded in his mission. The jewel was recovered and he had handed it off to a courier with nobody knowing... but he wasn't so lucky.
He had been running for three days. He had worn out two horses and had finally taken to running on foot. It allowed him to move more quickly through the underbrush and down the smaller trails.
At last, he had given them the slip. He had found a small secluded valley quite by accident. He'd smelled a hint of fresh water and had eventually found a niche in a huge cliff. He'd slipped through passages barely wide enough for anyone to get through. He was a little taller than average height, but was very slender. 'Built like an Épée' his instructor had always said, and his slim body mixed with wiry strength had always served him well.
At last, he emerged into the secluded valley which was much warmer than the surrounding countryside. He made his way to the beautiful spring. The water was deep and blue, and called to him. He'd been barely surviving on brackish water gleaned from leaves.
Viktor bent down and pressed his lips to the surface of the pool. Drinking deeply, he felt his strength leaving him. Three days on the run, without sleep.
He saw a comfortable looking rock near the pool and crawled to it. Pulling his cloak about him, he curled up and surrendered to sleep.
This had been the trickiest. His mission had been to get into the palace and retrieve a prized jewel that had been stolen from his prince. That the jewel had been stolen in circumstances that were best not discussed was an aspect that the Hare didn't need to know about.
He had succeeded in his mission. The jewel was recovered and he had handed it off to a courier with nobody knowing... but he wasn't so lucky.
He had been running for three days. He had worn out two horses and had finally taken to running on foot. It allowed him to move more quickly through the underbrush and down the smaller trails.
At last, he had given them the slip. He had found a small secluded valley quite by accident. He'd smelled a hint of fresh water and had eventually found a niche in a huge cliff. He'd slipped through passages barely wide enough for anyone to get through. He was a little taller than average height, but was very slender. 'Built like an Épée' his instructor had always said, and his slim body mixed with wiry strength had always served him well.
At last, he emerged into the secluded valley which was much warmer than the surrounding countryside. He made his way to the beautiful spring. The water was deep and blue, and called to him. He'd been barely surviving on brackish water gleaned from leaves.
Viktor bent down and pressed his lips to the surface of the pool. Drinking deeply, he felt his strength leaving him. Three days on the run, without sleep.
He saw a comfortable looking rock near the pool and crawled to it. Pulling his cloak about him, he curled up and surrendered to sleep.