in the wilderness(my very 1st rp)
Nov 22, 2009 3:13:42 GMT -6
Post by Joseph on Nov 22, 2009 3:13:42 GMT -6
With each footstep, came a sounding thud. Joseph had been running for an hour, none stop into the night. He knew that his general direction was east, away from the coast. However, even the pirate knew that he wasn't going in a straight line. With such a prolonged exertion of power, came a fatigue that made him distraught. The buccaneer was helpless to the fact that he wasn't used to such running. Joseph was running on adrenaline, fear, and rage.
The giant man passed by the infinite number of dark trees so vividly, they became a blur. Sooner or later, the pirate knew he would stop. Whether he would be prepared for his forced break was what he could not calculate. Still, he pushed on, using the emotions to drive him. He remembered Ross, and how he gave up his life. Joseph swore to himself that the sacrifice his shipmate made would not be in vain. Nothing, not even the failed attack, would be in vain. This, the pirate swore to himself as he ran like the wolf he was.
Then, suddenly, a small light had shown through the ever so dark trees to his left. It was brief, but as he ran, another came into view. With renewed strength, Joseph turned toward the lights, running straight for them. It was only seconds before he could see the building, and then another. There were small lights, and Joseph thanked the stars for such a miracle. Now, the sore pirate slowed to a halt. For a moment, he stared in awe at such a marvelous building. Then, he took a step forward, and fell to all fours. The sea rover was dead beat. Joseph had to crawl around the building, to reach the door.
Joseph entered the inn, leaning heavily on the door. He then felt his way to an empty table, still panting like an animal. His sailor's shirt was soaked not only from sweat, but from the moisture of the forest as well. This partially masked the buccaneer’s own odors. His axe, attached by the loop that went across his chest, held firm. The sweat dripped from his head, as the pirate leaned forward. Joseph's clothing would still be alright for now. He wasn't going to stripe off his pirate garb, even though the sea rover could tell that he did attract some looks of concern and possibly fear.
The giant man passed by the infinite number of dark trees so vividly, they became a blur. Sooner or later, the pirate knew he would stop. Whether he would be prepared for his forced break was what he could not calculate. Still, he pushed on, using the emotions to drive him. He remembered Ross, and how he gave up his life. Joseph swore to himself that the sacrifice his shipmate made would not be in vain. Nothing, not even the failed attack, would be in vain. This, the pirate swore to himself as he ran like the wolf he was.
Then, suddenly, a small light had shown through the ever so dark trees to his left. It was brief, but as he ran, another came into view. With renewed strength, Joseph turned toward the lights, running straight for them. It was only seconds before he could see the building, and then another. There were small lights, and Joseph thanked the stars for such a miracle. Now, the sore pirate slowed to a halt. For a moment, he stared in awe at such a marvelous building. Then, he took a step forward, and fell to all fours. The sea rover was dead beat. Joseph had to crawl around the building, to reach the door.
Joseph entered the inn, leaning heavily on the door. He then felt his way to an empty table, still panting like an animal. His sailor's shirt was soaked not only from sweat, but from the moisture of the forest as well. This partially masked the buccaneer’s own odors. His axe, attached by the loop that went across his chest, held firm. The sweat dripped from his head, as the pirate leaned forward. Joseph's clothing would still be alright for now. He wasn't going to stripe off his pirate garb, even though the sea rover could tell that he did attract some looks of concern and possibly fear.