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Posted on May 23, 2010 at 11:11:50 PM by Jensen & Kopa
rulers and guardians of the vista mountain It was strange, for a man who was so troubled by the life he had known, by the people who had raised and disciplined him, should connect himself, almost out of habit, to that past. From the short clipped cut of his hair, to the dog tags about his neck and the camouflage trousers he happened to have been wearing when the flood had hit. It was almost as if, no matter how much he disliked who he was and what had been done to him, Jensen had no idea how to be anything but what he was. In his current attire, the thick black lines of the tattoo’s which ran down his left side were visible only along his arm and where they snaked up onto the base of his neck. They did not stand out as well against his browned, weather-worn skin, as they might have done if he had been paler, but the strong muscular of his limbs helped to accent them. It was unfortunate, but they would be one of the main things which would define him to others, and he hated them, hated them and the memories they awoke. It was a cruel game. He stirred, head moving to the left as the hazel eyes flickered open for an instant, before closing too once more. Moments later they opened again, and Jensen pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand, running the other hand through the lion’s white fur in a gesture meant as a thank you. Kopa, nodded, accepting his master’s gratitude, with his pale blue eyes gleaming with a cross between pride and enthusiasm. Slightly to the young man’s right, in the corner of the alcove in which he had been sleeping were a pair of thick black boots, which would not have looked all that out of place in a regimental setting. Jensen pulled them on, fingers nimbly threading the laces back through to where they needed to be, before knotting the end securely, and tucking them into the top of the boot to keep them out of the way. “Did I miss anything Kopa?” he asked, leaning back against the tapestry which adorned the stone wall behind him. The lion shook his head, “not really, its been kind of quiet.” Minutes later, Kopa’s round ear began to twitch, “someone’s coming” he said, getting to his feet and padding around to sit down directly beside his master. ”How can you tell over all this racket” Jensen asked, brow furrowed as usual, “what?” asked Kopa, “you mean besides the fact that there is ALWAYS someone coming in this place?” Grinning despite himself at the comment, Jensen reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small knife and a round piece of wood, which he began to whittle away at, removing the dark brown bark in order to reveal the paler material beneath. He was so absorbed in his work that he did not see the girl coming, after eight weeks in the castle people passing you down corridors had become little more than background action. His attention was grabbed however when she took a rather spectacular nose-dive towards the floor, “you all right?” Jensen asked automatically. She seems more than a little put out by accident, so he decides it is probably best to leave her to stand up and dust herself off, “that’s good, its good that you’re fine.” The man yawned, stretching his arms out on either side of him, his mind rapidly starting the process of making the woman genderless, but he found himself having to admit that his attention was drawn more to her tattoos, than to any bodily attribute. She was bleeding, he was slow to realise, but fumbling in the small bag Phoenix had left in his care he pulled out a bandage, offering it out to the woman, “would this help?” he enquired, “I’m Jensen by the way, and this is Kopa.”  |
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