Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140313055525

He stirred, and his eyes opened slowly, blinking the last vintages of sleep away. His rising was calm, and pleasent. A far cry from when he nearly knifed her throat. Nox rolled off of the bed, his gear already laid out. Quickly and efficiently, his weapons were placed back onto his body. He showed a slight amount of fatigue, and rolled his head in a circle slowly, working out any kinks that may have accumulated during his small nap. He was faintly tired, but there was time for rest later.

The...activities, they got up to actually gave him a decent amount of sleep. Two hours of dreamless, restful sleep. More than he's gotten over the last couple years, ever since the...incident. Memories flashed across his mind. A stone table. Rune enscribed walls. A bloody knife, descending again and again. Burning pain filled his tattoos. His breathing seized up, upper lip curling back into a snarl, eyes blackening with hate before he shook his head. Now...no, there was never a time. Not for something...not for that. Never for that.

They're dead...there's nothing to worry about...you slaughtered all of them, any remaining influence is six feet under...

No matter how many times he told himself that, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was wrong. Shaking his head, the male adjusted his bracers slightly, ensuring that they wouldn't slip, attempting to take his mind off of the subject. He had no clue where the old man had gotten them, but they could deflect blades just fine. Finished, he looked at Nixia, and nodded. The two began walking.

"Fiffy miles North, and they have thermal sensors. We're going to have to take a vehicle most of the way, and then approach on foot." He said calmly, only a race of affection in his voice. And it vexed him that he couldn't filter it out. But it was no fault of hers. "And while your bike is probably stealthier, there is a blizzard on the way. We're going to have to take mine. Unless you oppose?"