Thread: Lord of the wolves (Alvis Alendran x anjalikkeoliver2905)

It was quiet. Passing out like that wasn't a terrible fate. If he was going to die, then doing so with some peace was not a horrible fate. There was a brief moment that he felt like he might have someone else near by. Had the wolf come for him? Would the peace of death be shattered by the hunger of the beast? He didn't know. His unconciousness was not peaceful. There were dreams of war and battle. Uncounted ranks of men, wearinghte almost lost heraldry of hte king of Arnor, facing the unnumbered masses of the foe, fighting and dying. Each one a hero worthy of song, but each one fell, unsung and unremembered. The dead were beyond the count of grief, and still mounting. He had not been there. Such ahd happened ages past, but there were some of the blood of Numenor that still dreamed of it. Saw what it was that they had lost. Most thbought that the days of their people were gone, but some few held faith that given time they might be able to hold once their lands more, to push the darkness back. See the banners of Arnor hoisted high once more. But for that to happen, they had to stop dying like they had. There simply were not enough of them to do more than run and hide, larger bands splitting up to reduce their needs and avoid notice. It was no life for a proud people. He felt warmth, smelled burning softwood, felt the ground beneath his back. He opened his eyes, surprised that he was capable of doing so. He'd thought that his end had come to him. He'd made his peace with that. But to awaken...it would depend on what condition he was in. He recalled his wound, did not jar himself needlessly. If the wound had even started to heal, then there was no sense in undoing that work. His nose also caught the scnet of fish, cooking in it's own skin at the small fire. His stomach made a faint sound at the thought of food, reminding him it had been some time since he'd had much proper nourishment. He flicked his gaze fromt he flames to the place he was in. The stony walls spoke of a cave, something that was likely well covered in earth, out of sight, adn would provide some degree on insulation from the cold. The small fire would be sufficient he judged. He tracked his gaze around again, and this time found a far more important detail. He was not alone. He shifted, supporessing hte instinct to react to a threat. Had this person wished him ill it was unlikely they would have simply waited for him to awaken before making a move. He picked out the details of her face, of the ill fit of her clothes, the general state of them, noting that she was not dressed for hte climate. She should have frozen to death by now unless there was more to this woman than he knew. And then he met her gaze, that direct, uncompromising gaze. Her eyes did not simply look at him over the fire. They fairly blazed int he light. He ahd been about to speak, when his memory was triggered to recall something else, something very important. He knew those eyes. When she spoke to him, he listened carefully. Eating humans? Not his bloodline? Just what was it he was facing here? And was it a threat to him now? But whatever else she was, she was not threatening him, and she was likely the reason he was still alive. And for that, he did owe her courtesy at least. I...appreciate such defference. He managed. His voice was cracked, dry. He reached to his hi, found that his waterskin was still present, though low on supply. He took a swift drink, letting the moisture restore him a little. Hius mind tried to grapple with what he was seeing, what his heart told him must be, regardless of the impossibility of it. And...we have met before this moment, haven't we miss? He asked slowly. You are...somehow connected to the wolf that aided me? It was not what he truly felt was the case, but his mind did not concur with heart. He needed to hear the situation for himself.