::MORGANA:: A Sound Of Thunder Jan 19, 2012 19:12:32 GMT -5
Post by cat on Jan 19, 2012 19:12:32 GMT -5
Mordred raced through the mud, the rain whipping at his face. His breathing was hard and he thought his heart was going to bust out of his chest. There were men chasing after him, it seemed like they were around ever corner no matter where he went they were there. Mordred was never going to get a break from these no good greedy men. Sure Mordred could probably stay and fight but he was tired he hadn't gotten good sleep in days due to all the rain and the thunder that kept him curled up in a corner. Times were hard for him at the moment and it seemed the thunder did not want to stop shouting either. Mordred jumped down over a small hill and slid the rest of the way having mud cake his legs and back, he would do anything to get away from these monsters. Mordred did not want to be stuck in a metal cage again they were not fun and the men were cruel to him all just for being different.
As he ran faster so did they squinting he saw a small house that seemed to be in the middle of no where a good place to rest for the night that is if he could get away from the men chasing him. Quickly he changed direction so his feet prints would head elsewhere, he was trying to be smart about it all but some of the hunters he faced were wonderful at tracking which made it hard for the poor boy to do anything. The rain seemed to come down harder and he felt like he weighed more than a tree. Mordred curved around trees trying to dodge the sting of their branches. Gaining a slight distance he slipped on loose mud and rolled over closer to the house he had seen in the distance. Laying flat on his back only a few feet away his head pounding. Everything seemed to be blurry but he could hear voices and they were getting closer.
Maybe it would have been easier to just fight his way through freedom for another couple nights but no instead he ran he also didn't know what all he was capable of with his powers, no one had been there to teach him so he has been doing it alone slowly but surly. He ran as fast as he could go and now look at him, he was exhausted unable to get up after that fall and the men were gaining on him, if only it had not been raining than maybe he could have gotten away. He was a smart child but he was still just a child and the fear of the men getting him overwhelmed him. He did not want to be like his parents or his master. What would be the point of getting caught it would ruin their name and he couldn't let that happen. Trying to get up he groaned a little hit head was throbbing hard and his limps were numb. Trying to look around for something, anything to help him even just a little. Sadly there was nothing but mud and water that surrounded him and soon the men would be there to collect the boy and get their money.