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Witch_Queen · 11-08-2004, 10:09 AM

Mordred couldn't believe that he was having to trample around in the snow looking for an appropriate sight for camp. But Mordred would lay his life on the line if Uther demanded it. Mordred didn't get much sleep the night before and already he could feel the anxiety from a full day of walking wearing out his troubled thoughts. With what sleep he was able to get Mordred dreamth of death. He couldn't even shut his eyes for fear of seeing his wife and baby dead from what would happen if he didn't succeed at his tasks. The snow underneath his feet crunched and gave way to the force of his boots. The wind was bone chilling and almost deadly it only made him want to hurry before the coldness caused him to run back to his warm home. Thinking of home and his wife made Mordred feel a little warmer but not enough to thaw the ice around his heart.

Looking ahead of him all Mordred could see was cold thick wet white snow. Without realizing what he had done Mordred hit something solid in front of him. Glancing beside him Mordred saw what appeared to be the entrance to a cave. Turning back to where Mordred had last seen the rest of the group he began to run back to Lt. Uther. Upon reaching Uther, Mordred was already out of breath and regretting the choice to run. "Sir, I have spotted a cave about a few minutes walk from here. It appears to be empty and untouched." The words were coming out between deep breaths. For once Mordred had attempted something worth the time and effort. All he wanted now was to get some place warm.

11-08-2004, 10:09 AM	#12
Witch_Queen Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pandora's box... "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Posts: 344	Mordred couldn't believe that he was having to trample around in the snow looking for an appropriate sight for camp. But Mordred would lay his life on the line if Uther demanded it. Mordred didn't get much sleep the night before and already he could feel the anxiety from a full day of walking wearing out his troubled thoughts. With what sleep he was able to get Mordred dreamth of death. He couldn't even shut his eyes for fear of seeing his wife and baby dead from what would happen if he didn't succeed at his tasks. The snow underneath his feet crunched and gave way to the force of his boots. The wind was bone chilling and almost deadly it only made him want to hurry before the coldness caused him to run back to his warm home. Thinking of home and his wife made Mordred feel a little warmer but not enough to thaw the ice around his heart. Looking ahead of him all Mordred could see was cold thick wet white snow. Without realizing what he had done Mordred hit something solid in front of him. Glancing beside him Mordred saw what appeared to be the entrance to a cave. Turning back to where Mordred had last seen the rest of the group he began to run back to Lt. Uther. Upon reaching Uther, Mordred was already out of breath and regretting the choice to run. "Sir, I have spotted a cave about a few minutes walk from here. It appears to be empty and untouched." The words were coming out between deep breaths. For once Mordred had attempted something worth the time and effort. All he wanted now was to get some place warm.