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Posted on January 1, 2012 at 00:02:52 AM by arthur & pendragon
It was not always spiritual reasons which drew Arthur to his chapel. He was not a man prone to religious fervour since he was, and had always been, primarily a pragmatist. God and faith and religion, he believed, should be part of life, not the reason, or purpose of it. The king had always had more wordly concerns than most and they had always been his main priority. In silence, in thanks, in times of great stress where thought and contemplation might prove to be his saving grace, then he would turn to his faith. In the long run however, Arthur had just as much faith in his sword, in his shield, as he did in God and His son, and had learned, long ago, that having faith in the people around him brought far more profit to more than just him. His religion, in the way he understood it, promoted selflessness, disregarding the needs of his people, for the needs of his own soul, seemed selfish to Arthur. They came first. They always had. Arthur knelt before the alter, his head bowed towards his hands which were clasped together before him. He was still, almost perfectly, almost as if he was not flesh and blood but either the stone of a statue, or the paint of a portrait. His eyes were closed, his lips unmoving, the only sign of life being the light breeze which moved the strands of his brown hair around his square-jawed face. He had needed time to think. That was what had brought him to his sanctuary. The world had changed. His role had changed. Everyone around him had changed. These were more peaceful time, and he was glad for that. Arthur however, did not believe that God had made him for peace. His old life, his life as a human on earth, had been filled with war and turmoil, and his Shaman life, up until now, had been very much the same. He was built for war, his expression, his features, were naturally hard, the grey of his eyes was cold and the mouse-brown of his hair was far from rich. Nature had not painted him with brightness, it had kept colour from him, made him like the grey stone of his castles, past and present, given him a strong frame to resist the strength of the waves about him. The hinges creaked. Arthur raised his head and crossed himself, muttering a prayer to the statue of the virgin which stood before him before he climbed smoothly to his feet. The King rested his silver eyes upon the woman before him and attempted a small smile, the action lifting the right-hand corner of his mouth. “I had hoped to speak with you,” the King told Epos, gesturing towards the wooden bench which ran along one of the walls, one where they had sat to speak before. “I have a job for you, and I hope, my friend, that you will accept.” just take a look, through my eyes image by One lucky guy at flickr.com |
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- so i place these scales over my eyes; - By epos January 2, 2012 at 12:11:52 PM
- would you kill to save a life? - By arthur & pendragon January 2, 2012 at 11:28:06 PM
- your pale skin is a razor sharp wire; - By epos January 4, 2012 at 01:17:51 AM
- would you kill to save a life? - By arthur & pendragon January 2, 2012 at 11:28:06 PM
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