Rurutani stepped into the inn room at the Quicksand and closed the door behind him softly and leaned back against it with a long, deep sigh. He was tired, and battered, and weary. His armor that once had a fine shine to it looked faded, dusty, and worn. He closed his eyes and breathed silently for a moment before pushing himself off of the door and walking toward the bed, which seemed to be calling his name. He could use the sleep but paused in the middle of the room, closing his eyes again.
In a split second he had ripped the sword and sheath from his waist and threw it hard onto the bed, grunting as he did. His eyes were narrow and he was breathing hard, staring at the weapon. He took three steps backward and collapsed to the floor, falling into a weary sitting position, with one knee bent as the other leg was outstretched in front of him. He lowered his head into his gloved hands as tears began to sting his eyes and he suddenly started weeping heavily.
He hated things in his life and they felt too heavy to bear anymore. He had no family and felt quite alone in the large world around him and his training now with this foreign weapon and new skills made him feel even more alone than ever. He missed his home, and that made him sad as he knew that had been stolen from him forever.
And thus, Rurutani sat in his room alone, and quietly wept for some time before collapsing on the floor in his armor and falling asleep.
In a split second he had ripped the sword and sheath from his waist and threw it hard onto the bed, grunting as he did. His eyes were narrow and he was breathing hard, staring at the weapon. He took three steps backward and collapsed to the floor, falling into a weary sitting position, with one knee bent as the other leg was outstretched in front of him. He lowered his head into his gloved hands as tears began to sting his eyes and he suddenly started weeping heavily.
He hated things in his life and they felt too heavy to bear anymore. He had no family and felt quite alone in the large world around him and his training now with this foreign weapon and new skills made him feel even more alone than ever. He missed his home, and that made him sad as he knew that had been stolen from him forever.
And thus, Rurutani sat in his room alone, and quietly wept for some time before collapsing on the floor in his armor and falling asleep.
