Enough was enough, that singular thought provided breath to his lungs and pushed feet to move on this cold starry night. Enough was enough, and now it was time to leave. He had worked hard to change things, withstood much and despite the wickedness in that man's heart, Xzenivar Ashallanset, second son of Vernados, could not help but to love his older brother.
This newest development however, Xzenivar would simply not abide. He was to be married? To a women of his brother's choosing? A woman he had never even met nor heard of before? The young man could only imagine what she would be like knowing Xzanifer's tastes.
No, it was certainly time to leave, perhaps not for good, but he couldn't remain here right now. Perhaps he could return and change his brother's mind someday... that would be good. Xzen wondered if there was even a point in that hope, but he'd hold onto it all the same. He knew, deep down, that his brother wasn't totally corrupt, totally beyond good. That was the man who educated him, introduced him to the sword, and in his own way, ironically, taught him right from wrong. Even when their own father turned his back on him Xzanifer kept his arms open.
The young man couldn't shake a sense of guilt over this, but... enough was enough, now was the time to have his own life take its shape.
Tonight was certainly a good time for it, the entire manor was a whirl of activity as everyone prepared for the arrival of his fiancée' apparently a woman of good standing and breeding or some such business. No one had time to pay attention to a nervous groom to be, especially when his expression was so dour. Xzenivar may have had a reputation opposite that of his brother, and Xzanifer had no qualms about showing his ruthlessness to others, they were still brothers, somethings were just inherent. Dressed in the simple but billowing clothing of a sailor, and shrouded in a hooded cloak, the young man took no chances. The only things he brought with him were his own coin, some supplies and his father's abandoned sword. Such a weapon he couldn't leave behind, not when it was to be his anyway.
His footfalls along the stone floors echoed like alarms in his ears, things like this were not his realm of expertise, he was too straightforward, and all this sneaking about had him on edge. Rationally he knew he should act cool and natural, but it just wasn't in him. Each time he passed another person he had to keep from flinching, occasionally a bump would have the normally agile youth tripping over himself and begging his pardon out of reflex, only to realize after the fact that no one was really that polite around here.
Of course, he would be proven wrong moments later.
“Oh its quite alright, I have rather large feet and… wait, is that you Lord Xzenivar?â€Â
Bloody hell… this guy, he was one who could talk an elezen’s ears off a malm away. Rude or not, the young man on the move said nothing and kept walking as quickly as he could without breaking into a dead run.
“Lord Xzenivar wait up! What are you doing out here now? I’m sorry sir but really, you have to be getting ready to meet your fiancée. She should be arriving any minute and you know how important this is to you erughk!â€Â
Xzen didn’t have time for this, with a quick spin on his heel to get behind the man, he brought his sheathed weapon from his belt and brought the pommel down upside the mans head, knocking him flat.
“Sorry about that. Can’t chat now.†He grimaced, but started moving again.
She’s already here? I have less time than I thought now. The guards will be out and if they find-
“GUARDS! GUARDS! LORD XZENIVAR HAS GONE MAD! SOMEONE STOP HIM!â€Â
“I should have hit him harder.â€Â
This newest development however, Xzenivar would simply not abide. He was to be married? To a women of his brother's choosing? A woman he had never even met nor heard of before? The young man could only imagine what she would be like knowing Xzanifer's tastes.
No, it was certainly time to leave, perhaps not for good, but he couldn't remain here right now. Perhaps he could return and change his brother's mind someday... that would be good. Xzen wondered if there was even a point in that hope, but he'd hold onto it all the same. He knew, deep down, that his brother wasn't totally corrupt, totally beyond good. That was the man who educated him, introduced him to the sword, and in his own way, ironically, taught him right from wrong. Even when their own father turned his back on him Xzanifer kept his arms open.
The young man couldn't shake a sense of guilt over this, but... enough was enough, now was the time to have his own life take its shape.
Tonight was certainly a good time for it, the entire manor was a whirl of activity as everyone prepared for the arrival of his fiancée' apparently a woman of good standing and breeding or some such business. No one had time to pay attention to a nervous groom to be, especially when his expression was so dour. Xzenivar may have had a reputation opposite that of his brother, and Xzanifer had no qualms about showing his ruthlessness to others, they were still brothers, somethings were just inherent. Dressed in the simple but billowing clothing of a sailor, and shrouded in a hooded cloak, the young man took no chances. The only things he brought with him were his own coin, some supplies and his father's abandoned sword. Such a weapon he couldn't leave behind, not when it was to be his anyway.
His footfalls along the stone floors echoed like alarms in his ears, things like this were not his realm of expertise, he was too straightforward, and all this sneaking about had him on edge. Rationally he knew he should act cool and natural, but it just wasn't in him. Each time he passed another person he had to keep from flinching, occasionally a bump would have the normally agile youth tripping over himself and begging his pardon out of reflex, only to realize after the fact that no one was really that polite around here.
Of course, he would be proven wrong moments later.
“Oh its quite alright, I have rather large feet and… wait, is that you Lord Xzenivar?â€Â
Bloody hell… this guy, he was one who could talk an elezen’s ears off a malm away. Rude or not, the young man on the move said nothing and kept walking as quickly as he could without breaking into a dead run.
“Lord Xzenivar wait up! What are you doing out here now? I’m sorry sir but really, you have to be getting ready to meet your fiancée. She should be arriving any minute and you know how important this is to you erughk!â€Â
Xzen didn’t have time for this, with a quick spin on his heel to get behind the man, he brought his sheathed weapon from his belt and brought the pommel down upside the mans head, knocking him flat.
“Sorry about that. Can’t chat now.†He grimaced, but started moving again.
She’s already here? I have less time than I thought now. The guards will be out and if they find-
“GUARDS! GUARDS! LORD XZENIVAR HAS GONE MAD! SOMEONE STOP HIM!â€Â
“I should have hit him harder.â€Â