| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: swearing, slight angst, sadness. PG13 Part 6. ~laughter was once my friend but now it reminds me of only the past~ After receiving more jaunts and laughter the now mute Zesian was travelling to the cabin, he had rowed for four hours straight and was now dragging himself and the priest along the forest covered paths. He was now tired, hungry and just wanted to sleep but night would come soon and it would become very cold. So pulling along the hand made stretcher with the priest�s body strapped to it, he tried not to trip over the barren land. He looked around the dense forestry weary of bandits, hand resting on his katana, which he had been allowed to keep. He listened for any unwelcoming noise. Hearing none he continued on his journey picking up as much wood and kindle for fire as he could. It was fast approaching dark and growing colder by the hour. The forest came alive as the moon rose. The distinct howls of the wolves making him move faster. Finally he reached known territory. He grinned in relief as he approached the cabin, you would have missed it had you not known where it stood, the forestry and plants around it had grown, bathing it in shadows. The river still ran to the left side of the house providing them with the water they would need to survive and bathe. Nourishing food of fish and other sea creatures hopefully still lived in it and would feed them. The cabin itself was nothing spectacular but it would keep them warm somewhere safe to live. No one knew of the location. He and his father had been happy here, only leaving when the man had died. The smile died on Zesians lips and a single salty tear slid down his face the harsh wind cooling the thin trail making him shudder. Finally he reached it. Un-strapping the man he carried him in setting him down. Nothing had changed about the old cabin, it just appeared darker less homely. Shutting the door and locking out the whistles and howls of the wind Zesian lit the candles he had brought with him placing them around the room. Taking one he went to the cupboards of the outer room grabbing thick woolen and fur blankets setting them down he then proceeded to light the fire. Soon it was roaring. Lighting the room with its warming glow bathing them in soft light creeping into the dark shadows making the place feel more settling. Zesian wrapped the priest in blankets making him warm before he did anything else. After setting the meat he had brought to cook over the fire he moved next to the man bringing his supplies with him. Pulling off the blankets he undressed the man quickly looking at the full extent of his injuries. The wrap he had placed on the ribs seemed to be helping but now dirty he unraveled them and took out the fresh linen he had brought. Applying a balm to other wounds he wrapped the ribs again feeling guilty at the sound of pain issuing from the poor mans mouth. After this he removed the homemade splint, taking out the proper wood and strong fabric from the stretcher he wrapped the arm securing it tightly to help it knit and heal. As he moved back he found himself gazing into the pained amber eyes of the now conscious man. /oh fuck/. |