OOC: This event takes place before/after search on the Path to Redwall. Exact timeline placement to be determined.
Sunrise came. Clear and distinct like the ring of a church bell, always on time, always distinguishable no matter what surrounded it. Those first rays crept along the treetops like yellow snakes, reaching golden fingers seeking a place, or perhaps…a beast. But Rillgruf took no notice of it as he wiped his blade, a torn piece of tan cloth now soaked in a red substance as those yellow eyes glanced about the now calm clearing.
Four bodies lie broken, destroyed; their lives stolen away by the rat’s paw. He let the crimson stained cloth fall to the floor, and slid the trusty piece of steel back into his sash, sighing deeply. Those tensing moments of battle faded away, leaving a horrid emptiness within, allowing him once again to realize his predicament.
He felt no better than when he had pursued the vermin, he felt just as lost, just as sorrowful. It only seemed to help as a momentary fix, a bandage which always seemed to break away once the fighting stopped. It made no difference now...his task was done, and it was time for him to leave.
Strange though...that he only found four. By the amount of tracks he was sure there should have been seven... But it made no matter, he had retrieved that necklace and the bag of lapis, knowing full well it was what his employers wanted returned.
He faced a day’s march east, now, and so immediately set his sight to the trail. He stopped a couple miles away to refill his flask at the river’s side, for a moment, crouched near the mud. He sighed again, letting the cool water wash the blood from his paws, staring at his muddled reflection as though it were not him, but some other beast. It was strange, and it would always be.
He was lost to thought a moment as he knelt there, just seeming to...stare, into nothingness. Even as the wind blew and the branches of the upper canopy rattled, he paid it no mind. He was too wrapped up in a daydream...
Bodies, blood, choking fog...it was always the same. The roars of his allies murmured about him, and the shrieks of the innocent were so shrill and sharp...piercing and deafening. It caused him to lose that moment of reality, his alertness for the moment, gone in that moment of recollection. One small heartbeat of a moment which left him...susceptible.