Franz
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Disclosure: I'm not sure what parts of the memory are foggy or lost entirely, so this might be off-character. Also, I keep getting the name wrong but Franz is how I'm used to it so fuck your H's!
Franz laid his head down and tried to let go of the day. It had been one of those trying ones where all he'd wanted to do was keep to himself and have some peace and quiet but like all things in his life, it was never to be that easy. His breakfast had been interrupted by cannon fire and his lunch delayed by a brigand, and he'd never gotten to dinner seeing as how when he returned to their - his - place in the Goblet there was a swarm of Flames and Sworn still trying to figure out how such heavy ordinance had been allowed to collect in one place.
He'd immediately detoured away when he identified the authorities. Part habit, part common sense, Franz didn't see a point in risking detection when there was no need. He'd made off on the more off-beaten paths the Goblet had to offer, touring the high rises that offered a view of Thanalan. The sun was setting off on the horizon, slipping gradually behind the mountains and Franz paused a moment to take it in. It was not Garlemald, and in his heart he felt nothing could ever compare to the sweeping vistas his homeland had to offer, but it was something to behold nonetheless.
The Garlean recounted his steps as his mind drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being a silent prayer to nobody that he not be woken up by explosions. Once he had drifted, however, he was welcomed back by the loving arms and faces of those most important to him. He wouldn't remember them when the bubble of sleep burst, but for a brief moment in the realm of slumber, a man could dream.
Disclosure: I'm not sure what parts of the memory are foggy or lost entirely, so this might be off-character. Also, I keep getting the name wrong but Franz is how I'm used to it so fuck your H's!
Franz laid his head down and tried to let go of the day. It had been one of those trying ones where all he'd wanted to do was keep to himself and have some peace and quiet but like all things in his life, it was never to be that easy. His breakfast had been interrupted by cannon fire and his lunch delayed by a brigand, and he'd never gotten to dinner seeing as how when he returned to their - his - place in the Goblet there was a swarm of Flames and Sworn still trying to figure out how such heavy ordinance had been allowed to collect in one place.
He'd immediately detoured away when he identified the authorities. Part habit, part common sense, Franz didn't see a point in risking detection when there was no need. He'd made off on the more off-beaten paths the Goblet had to offer, touring the high rises that offered a view of Thanalan. The sun was setting off on the horizon, slipping gradually behind the mountains and Franz paused a moment to take it in. It was not Garlemald, and in his heart he felt nothing could ever compare to the sweeping vistas his homeland had to offer, but it was something to behold nonetheless.
The Garlean recounted his steps as his mind drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being a silent prayer to nobody that he not be woken up by explosions. Once he had drifted, however, he was welcomed back by the loving arms and faces of those most important to him. He wouldn't remember them when the bubble of sleep burst, but for a brief moment in the realm of slumber, a man could dream.
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A man has no need for anyone else.
The dark-skinned highlander was sitting by himself on a short hill. He didn't normally hunt so close to camp but when the prey was so good, how could he not? It was a hunter's pride to take down elusive targets. He looked to anyone passing by, if they even saw him, that is, to be simply resting. His bow was in his lap and his legs folded under him as if in deep meditation but Oscare was simply waiting and watching. Soon, under the flicker of torchlight emerging from Drybone, his quarry surfaced.
A man has only need for himself.
Quietly and quickly the hunter unbundled himself. He'd been doing it for so long he no longer made noise in the transition, his muscles moving without being told and his eyes focusing on making out movement in the shadows. The skies above had been threatening rain all evening but there had yet to be moisture. That would suffice.
Anyone else is a distraction.
The arrow knocked noiselessly in the dark and rapidly cooling desert. Ul'dah was made of stone that soaked up the sun during the long days and they clung to the rays of the sun like a mourning mother refusing to let go of a loved one. The sands outside of the Jewel held no such love for the star and were happy to release what was given not long after it had resigned for the night. Footfalls hurried away from civilization, his quarry oblivious to the predator stalking it.
I have no need for others.
The arrow met its mark and his prey crumpled. It only ever took one arrow, but Oscare closed the distance quickly to confirm with his eyes what his bow already knew. He looked down at glassy eyes staring up at the darkened skies as the first drops of rain began to fall. He didn't know what the woman had done but the gil had been sufficient. It wasn't his place to care what she'd done or who she'd wronged.
"That's the difference between you and me, sister." He pulled the arrow from her chest and wiped the tip off. "You had someone in your life to piss off. And look where that got you."
He sighed and stuck the arrow back in his quiver. The rain would cover his tracks, and this was a popular location. Just to be safe, Oscare began to loop around back towards another camp.
A man has no need for anyone else.
A man has no need for anyone else.
The dark-skinned highlander was sitting by himself on a short hill. He didn't normally hunt so close to camp but when the prey was so good, how could he not? It was a hunter's pride to take down elusive targets. He looked to anyone passing by, if they even saw him, that is, to be simply resting. His bow was in his lap and his legs folded under him as if in deep meditation but Oscare was simply waiting and watching. Soon, under the flicker of torchlight emerging from Drybone, his quarry surfaced.
A man has only need for himself.
Quietly and quickly the hunter unbundled himself. He'd been doing it for so long he no longer made noise in the transition, his muscles moving without being told and his eyes focusing on making out movement in the shadows. The skies above had been threatening rain all evening but there had yet to be moisture. That would suffice.
Anyone else is a distraction.
The arrow knocked noiselessly in the dark and rapidly cooling desert. Ul'dah was made of stone that soaked up the sun during the long days and they clung to the rays of the sun like a mourning mother refusing to let go of a loved one. The sands outside of the Jewel held no such love for the star and were happy to release what was given not long after it had resigned for the night. Footfalls hurried away from civilization, his quarry oblivious to the predator stalking it.
I have no need for others.
The arrow met its mark and his prey crumpled. It only ever took one arrow, but Oscare closed the distance quickly to confirm with his eyes what his bow already knew. He looked down at glassy eyes staring up at the darkened skies as the first drops of rain began to fall. He didn't know what the woman had done but the gil had been sufficient. It wasn't his place to care what she'd done or who she'd wronged.
"That's the difference between you and me, sister." He pulled the arrow from her chest and wiped the tip off. "You had someone in your life to piss off. And look where that got you."
He sighed and stuck the arrow back in his quiver. The rain would cover his tracks, and this was a popular location. Just to be safe, Oscare began to loop around back towards another camp.
A man has no need for anyone else.
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