The moon the night held, the silvery rays shining upon Wolfric blooded face, as he was holding the bars of his small window. He longed for his free life hunting in the wilds, yet he was depressed more because he still had a commitment towards his people. It was a conflict in his head he was thinking of just running away of his duties...
He leaned his on the bars, taking a deep breath before turning back and sitting on the floor, bathing in the rays of the moon. He couldn't help himself but to go back in memories of the war, remembering all his fallen comrades, his father and mother were killed and he couldn't stop it. His tear fell down, he wiped it from his face he didn't want to be seen like that, but he howled a long and painful howl, he wanted to let reach the whole world, it gave away all his remorse and shame, but also expressing his unyielding will to live on.
The guards came quickly to shut him up. They raised their whips and releasing the pain upon Wolfric's body, he rose up punching the first guard, and kicked the guard behind him. It was a fools attempt one would say, but it was survivor attempt for Wolfric, they were able to restrain him easily, and cuffed him to wall and forcing him on his knees, they whipped him adding more scars on his body.
He knew that by showing pain or screaming he would satisfy their sadistic pleasures, laughing and smiling he denied them that pleasure, even if it meant more pain. There was a small part of him that wished they raise the pain so he would die, and be released to absolute freedom. But the guards weren't allowed to, the king wanted him alive, to show him off in special events or celebrations. The guards became tired and left him blooded once again from head to toe, his healing abilities were severely slowed by the wolvesbane fume in his cell, but he was able to heal slowly. He was tired and felt like sleeping it off, maybe he will wonder off in dreams instead of nightmares this time, he closed his eyes barley breathing, assuring himself that this will end someday, either by his death, or revenge...
He leaned his on the bars, taking a deep breath before turning back and sitting on the floor, bathing in the rays of the moon. He couldn't help himself but to go back in memories of the war, remembering all his fallen comrades, his father and mother were killed and he couldn't stop it. His tear fell down, he wiped it from his face he didn't want to be seen like that, but he howled a long and painful howl, he wanted to let reach the whole world, it gave away all his remorse and shame, but also expressing his unyielding will to live on.
The guards came quickly to shut him up. They raised their whips and releasing the pain upon Wolfric's body, he rose up punching the first guard, and kicked the guard behind him. It was a fools attempt one would say, but it was survivor attempt for Wolfric, they were able to restrain him easily, and cuffed him to wall and forcing him on his knees, they whipped him adding more scars on his body.
He knew that by showing pain or screaming he would satisfy their sadistic pleasures, laughing and smiling he denied them that pleasure, even if it meant more pain. There was a small part of him that wished they raise the pain so he would die, and be released to absolute freedom. But the guards weren't allowed to, the king wanted him alive, to show him off in special events or celebrations. The guards became tired and left him blooded once again from head to toe, his healing abilities were severely slowed by the wolvesbane fume in his cell, but he was able to heal slowly. He was tired and felt like sleeping it off, maybe he will wonder off in dreams instead of nightmares this time, he closed his eyes barley breathing, assuring himself that this will end someday, either by his death, or revenge...