Post by Zeytan on Jul 15, 2007 20:19:01 GMT
"To The Forrest Of Dunn The Foolhard Go & Although they soon Learn. They Seldome Return."
*Or so the old rhyme went. But Zeytan didn't intend to go into the hart of this forest. No he only intended to go so far. Just enough to cut himself off from the outside world.*
*He'd been wandering the streets Of Wolfenden on and off since his drink at the Crazed Heffier. His mind was a tempest of thoughts and emotions. He'd seen the notices annoncing the impending execution of his Half-Brother Leytan.*
*He was torn about what he had done and what he probaley should have done. He'd stayed away, his own brother the last linkage to his parerents was to die and he hadn't even gone to say goodbye to him.*
*He'd not even wrote him a letter or attempted to make peace with him. And he'd had appley oppatunity. Leytan had been staying in the Wolfs Howl Inn as he had. And what had Zeytan done had he gone to his door and knocked and at least attempted to talk to him?*
*No he'd gone out of his way to avoid him. He'd wanderd the streets he'd gone sluming it at The Heffier and other drinking establishments.*
"And now its to late."
*Zeytan sighed sadly. He pushed aside a few branches and found the place he was lookig for a small area of open space he wanderd into it and quiatly sat down crossed his legs and began to think.*
*Malark his pet Mire-Crab who had been rideing in a spechial pouch in the lining of Zeytan's cloke now scuttled out and went over to were some flowers were, he had spoted a butterfly on them and was trying to catch it.*
*Zeytan was oblivius to this he was lost now in his own thoughts trying to come to terms with the situation he was in, how he had acted and the seeming iminent death of Leytan.*
*Or so the old rhyme went. But Zeytan didn't intend to go into the hart of this forest. No he only intended to go so far. Just enough to cut himself off from the outside world.*
*He'd been wandering the streets Of Wolfenden on and off since his drink at the Crazed Heffier. His mind was a tempest of thoughts and emotions. He'd seen the notices annoncing the impending execution of his Half-Brother Leytan.*
*He was torn about what he had done and what he probaley should have done. He'd stayed away, his own brother the last linkage to his parerents was to die and he hadn't even gone to say goodbye to him.*
*He'd not even wrote him a letter or attempted to make peace with him. And he'd had appley oppatunity. Leytan had been staying in the Wolfs Howl Inn as he had. And what had Zeytan done had he gone to his door and knocked and at least attempted to talk to him?*
*No he'd gone out of his way to avoid him. He'd wanderd the streets he'd gone sluming it at The Heffier and other drinking establishments.*
"And now its to late."
*Zeytan sighed sadly. He pushed aside a few branches and found the place he was lookig for a small area of open space he wanderd into it and quiatly sat down crossed his legs and began to think.*
*Malark his pet Mire-Crab who had been rideing in a spechial pouch in the lining of Zeytan's cloke now scuttled out and went over to were some flowers were, he had spoted a butterfly on them and was trying to catch it.*
*Zeytan was oblivius to this he was lost now in his own thoughts trying to come to terms with the situation he was in, how he had acted and the seeming iminent death of Leytan.*