Under the Mist and Stars (Yassia) Apr 23, 2012 16:40:07 GMT -5
Post by thegwaine on Apr 23, 2012 16:40:07 GMT -5
Gwaine was unnaturally cautious. He didn’t intend to stay in these woods for very long, mainly because there were more unfriendly faces here than he had encountered in his years of travelling. These weren’t the kind of men who would take your coin purse and then leave you with a few bruises. No, these were the brutal sort, who would drag you by your manhood through the forests to the nearest Lord if they thought it would bring them any worthy income. So far Gwaine had evaded all of the men, and he wasn’t proud of himself, but he wasn’t dead yet, so that was something. At the moment he was just stuck up a tree, his cloak wrapped around his shoulders and his hood drawn up. There was an eerie mist around the forest this morning, which was quite atmospheric. It meant he was hidden the further up he was up the tree, so he was safe for now. However, he was getting thirsty, so he would have to move eventually, and at any rate, he didn’t want to be in this forest forever, so he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible and back into civilisation.
Casually, his hand tightened and relaxed against the hilt of his sword. He was sure he would be able to take any man who came at him, but this wasn’t the kind of fighting that he was used to, these men didn’t care, it was like they had no fear. Gwaine would be stupid if he ever said that he wasn’t afraid, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t say he had faced worse, but if he survived this then he would probably face worse. If he got out of this bloody forest the first thing he would be after would be an ale and a woman, preferably petite and brunette; yes, that would do nicely. No one would believe this tale, he bet. He felt a bit stupid, what with him being stuck up a tree, but he felt safe here, and that was a rare feeling in this setting.
Eventually, Gwaine heard footsteps coming in his direction, but he didn’t even flinch. Moving would mean he could be spotted, even by an untrained eye, so he just held his breath, and looked down at the figure through the mist and fog. He could see a cloaked figure, no doubt one of the savages that lived in this woods was out to get him, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been tracked. Gwaine had just climbed up this tree late last night, thinking it would give him some sort of protection. He prayed the figure would just go, but it seemed like whoever it was was just lingering there, and Gwaine breathed out slowly, and carefully. He was going to have to get rid of whoever it was, and quickly. Gwaine still hoped to get out of this wood alive.
Silently, he climbed down the tree, feeling a little weird as his feet finally hit the ground again. He didn’t make a sound, he’d got rather good at that when his life was threatened. He drew up to the person, who had his back to him. Typical really, they never saw it coming. Gwaine raised his sword to the persons back and poked it to them, “Don’t scream, just tell me, what is your business in this wood?” If he shouted or screamed then Gwaine knew what to do. He wouldn’t kill him, he’d just knock him out; even Gwaine wasn’t that heartless.
Timeline: Series 2
Location: A forest in the Southern lands