

The Fortunes of War Emerald light filtered through the tree leaves.
At first, the man lying on the forest floor couldn't remember what hadhappened to him. Then he tried to move his right shoulder, and the searing pain cut his breath short and refreshed memory. It was lucky he had survived the battle, but Fate had turned against him once more. Sywyn was stranded in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. Naturally, his packs and supplies were all gone without a trace.
Rather than try to get up immediately (which he couldn't do anyway), he lay back down. Loose strands of blond hair fell on his dirty face, and the entire right half of his upper body was soaked


Suspicion Sywyn couldn't sleep. The smell of burnt clothing still hung fresh in the night air, and it kept him awake with memories of how they had landed themselves in jail. It was a warm summer night-and a humid one at that. Sticky beads of sweat were visible against his skin as he whittled uninterestedly at a piece of wood he had found on the floor, a dull glint of jaded fatigue within his eyes. Pale moonlight came in from a small barred window above their heads, but was weak and dilute compared to the lit torch just outside their cell. The flame crackled loudly as it flickered, its sound soft beneath the chirping of crickets outside their window. He


Crows don't care She brought him water. She wasn't supposed to, just as she wasn't supposed to approach him at all, but as customary, the guards rarely opposed the Daughters of the Merciful One in their charitable deeds. They did object though, given the nature of the convicted, yet she was still admitted at the gallows, with her white tunic and the bucket of water.Crows don't care by *NadezhdaVasile
She stood on a cranky stepstool to reach him, and waved away the birds perching on the wooden frame the man's outstretched arms were tied to.
"The bastard ain't dead yet," one of the guards said, "but crows just don't care bout it, I s'pose."
There was a sad irony in that, she thought.
Crows
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Omg, and such amazing portraits!
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He is a very cool character. Happy Birthday Mr Grumpypants!
I give you a birthday cookie in the shape of a knife.
I really wanted to learn more about him in the RP we had so long ago. XD Oh wells.
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