((Well here's part of chapter three, more of Hiryuu too ^.^
As always please comment and perhaps give me advice))
The young man tapped his fingers against the wooden table in agitation, this shouldn't really surprise him. He was never aloud to the family's main feasting area since they labeled him insane. Not that he cared, the voices were real. Of that much Hiryuu was sure seeing that it just had to be so. He could remember it all so vividly...And he also knew that he remembered that slave girl from someplace else. She was the key to so many other memories that he wanted to hold at his fingertips. He just had to be patient, he'd have her in no time and once he did, he had all the time in the world to figure out those mysteries. He only cared about those things, sure she was beautiful but as for that he could give a dman less about her well being. All he wanted...was what that slave girl represented. Now if only he could remember her name...
No matter. He just didn't really care. His bored expressions didn't change as he continued to tap his right fingers, his left hand was occupied for the chin of his head rested in it. Hiryuu ignored the food in front of him, it didn't interest him. Nothing did anymore. Besides even if he didn't eat much he still held a slender body at a decent weight. Something only he could manage, it didn't matter how much or how little he ate; his weight never changed. Purple strands of hair had long since fallen into his pale face but he made no move to push them away.
The door creaked, it rang across the small barren room. After all there was only the plain wooden table and chair in the room, other than himself and the food surrounded by the musty stone walls. The ground was damp, you could see some lichen growing off the walls. An interesting plant, it didn't need to grow out of souil or wood. An organism that can grow on rock...Interesting.
Well there was a tattered tapestry that hung on a wall parellel to him. It was falling apart and despite its fading beauty, Hiryuu just wanted to tear it apart. But he restrained himself for the whole point of its existetence was for him to do so and he didn't want to be what they expected of him. He depised the King, a man who he refused to call 'father.' And Judith...even though she was his mother, Hiryuu harbored no feelings of love and never will.
A slightly pointed ear perked up when he heard something click, the door creaking anew. His eyes wondered to the door in a split second just in time to see a young looking girl push herself in. She was breathless with pink cheeks, an obvious sign that she had been running. Hiryuu kept his face bored though something unreconizable flickered in his brown eyes, shadows moving in response.
The younger woman paused as she caught her breath, her yellow brown eyes lit up as her hand moved to push out the yellow strands of hair that stuck into her face, intermingly with sweat. The girl took a deep breath before she walked into the small room towards the plain wood table with carelessly tossed food. Though she was supposed to bring it back to the cooks, the girl would eat it instead rather lead it to waste. The food they gave their workers was hardly enough to keep them alive all that long in most cases. You could tell as more bodies succumbed to lack of food or disease.
 Cherry Blossoms Cry · Mon Apr 09, 2007 @ 04:44am · 4 Comments |
