The shelter was dark, the candle having long since extinguished due to the leaking rain coming through the makeshift roof. The rain had been pouring for hours and the leaves outside made odd noises as the drops splashed against them. The occasional crack of thunder deafened the noise and the accompanying lightning brightened the night sky.
Ruru sat cross-legged on the floor, turning a small knife in circles, staring at the open dark space across from him, his lone eye, staring blankly. In that space sat both his sword and his bow. The rain had leaked through and his hair was wet, matted against his head. He turned the knife again and continued to stare. It had been days since he had last spoke to anyone, and the last contact he had with the outside world had been a couple of vague letters, containing no answers and direction to wait for further instruction. So he had sat, waiting, unsure of what to do next. He wondered if he had made the wrong choice...
"You did..." he muttered quietly to himself, unaware he had spoken aloud. He grabbed the knife, quickly and forcefully slamming it, blade first, into the ground before him. Thunder crackled again and he stood slowly, walking to the weapons and glaring down at them both before angrily kicking them to the side of the shelter. His breathing was shaky and he walked outside into the rain as he felt his his remaining eye stinging with tears. Inside of his head he envisoned all of the people he had lost and who were now gone in one form or another and he couldn't take it anymore.
Ruru looked up into the falling rain and heard the thunder crack again and screamed as loudly as he could, partly out of pain, partly out of loneliness. He fell to his knees and began to weep, thankful the rain would hide them and thankful he was alone in his shame. He felt useless and alone, more alone than he had been in quite a long time. He couldn't trust anyone and those few he could were simply gone, hiding somewhere, away from him.
He fell on his back lay in the rain, letting it wash the tears away, praying that he could find some peace and some answers and hoping he wouldn't be alone forever.
Whether it was the thunder or his own sobs that drowned out the sound, one thing Ruru failed to notice was the sound coming from nearby:
Gleeful and malicious laughter.
Ruru sat cross-legged on the floor, turning a small knife in circles, staring at the open dark space across from him, his lone eye, staring blankly. In that space sat both his sword and his bow. The rain had leaked through and his hair was wet, matted against his head. He turned the knife again and continued to stare. It had been days since he had last spoke to anyone, and the last contact he had with the outside world had been a couple of vague letters, containing no answers and direction to wait for further instruction. So he had sat, waiting, unsure of what to do next. He wondered if he had made the wrong choice...
"You did..." he muttered quietly to himself, unaware he had spoken aloud. He grabbed the knife, quickly and forcefully slamming it, blade first, into the ground before him. Thunder crackled again and he stood slowly, walking to the weapons and glaring down at them both before angrily kicking them to the side of the shelter. His breathing was shaky and he walked outside into the rain as he felt his his remaining eye stinging with tears. Inside of his head he envisoned all of the people he had lost and who were now gone in one form or another and he couldn't take it anymore.
Ruru looked up into the falling rain and heard the thunder crack again and screamed as loudly as he could, partly out of pain, partly out of loneliness. He fell to his knees and began to weep, thankful the rain would hide them and thankful he was alone in his shame. He felt useless and alone, more alone than he had been in quite a long time. He couldn't trust anyone and those few he could were simply gone, hiding somewhere, away from him.
He fell on his back lay in the rain, letting it wash the tears away, praying that he could find some peace and some answers and hoping he wouldn't be alone forever.
Whether it was the thunder or his own sobs that drowned out the sound, one thing Ruru failed to notice was the sound coming from nearby:
Gleeful and malicious laughter.
