Len is fast and he has to catch himself on occasion to make sure to slow down and wait, keeping an eye on the half-dragon behind him. He breaks wards and keeps moving, knowing damn well at some point something has to tip his father off. They won't rest until they're well past the walls of the secluded home. A place his father never earned. He'd killed the people-- the family, Len had watched him, had been forced to help him break in-- and then they moved in like it was theirs fair and square. He never could shake knowing the bodies were buried in the yard. His sister had been too young to remember it as she danced over their graves in blissful ignorance.
The man was twisted and Len had every intention of stopping him, he wanted his revenge just as well, but they wouldn't return without a plan. If they attacked now they'd be caught. They could work it out later, right now what was important was their freedom.
So even when they were on the other side he didn't stop. He motioned for Mick to keep running with him. There was a kart and a horse waiting for them down the lane, filled with hay and high walls so that Mick could hide himself if anyone stopped them. Len hopped on the front to click his tongue and casting a spell low on his breath to make the wagon lighter and his horse more fleet-footed so they could escape faster than anyone could keep up.
They rode through the night and well into morning, Len was dozing and his spell wore off. The horse was tired and no doubt Mick was too. But they eventually arrive at a little place, tucked off the cove and into the woods out of sight. He'd found it some time ago, abandoned, broken down. He'd hid here, fixed it up till it wasn't looking as if it'd cave in on itself. It needed more work, but they had time.
His sister was in another city by now, taken in by some trusted friends, a family that would look after her. A family that had always wanted a child but never could have one. Len had met them when he'd run away, they'd taken him in, sought to his wounds and fed him, gave him a bed and a roof to sleep under for a few days. He'd left as soon as he was able, unable to apologize for fear his Father might find him and them, and kill them for helping him. It wasn't till years later that he'd sought them out and they kept in touch since. He knew his sister was in good hands. He'd convinced them to pack up and move, told them what happened, about their father and why he left that day. They understood and they left with lisa. He promised her he'd see her again. Though he's not sure when that will be.
With tired eyes and a heavy heart he hops from the wagon to unhitch the horse and pull it into the small stable for it to rest, giving it water and feed. The hay in the next stall and the pull of sleep is too tempting. He doesn't even make it into the home. He'll curl up on the hay and doze off, long tail curled around him like a cat.
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Date: 2016-08-03 02:36 pm (UTC)The man was twisted and Len had every intention of stopping him, he wanted his revenge just as well, but they wouldn't return without a plan. If they attacked now they'd be caught. They could work it out later, right now what was important was their freedom.
So even when they were on the other side he didn't stop. He motioned for Mick to keep running with him. There was a kart and a horse waiting for them down the lane, filled with hay and high walls so that Mick could hide himself if anyone stopped them. Len hopped on the front to click his tongue and casting a spell low on his breath to make the wagon lighter and his horse more fleet-footed so they could escape faster than anyone could keep up.
They rode through the night and well into morning, Len was dozing and his spell wore off. The horse was tired and no doubt Mick was too. But they eventually arrive at a little place, tucked off the cove and into the woods out of sight. He'd found it some time ago, abandoned, broken down. He'd hid here, fixed it up till it wasn't looking as if it'd cave in on itself. It needed more work, but they had time.
His sister was in another city by now, taken in by some trusted friends, a family that would look after her. A family that had always wanted a child but never could have one. Len had met them when he'd run away, they'd taken him in, sought to his wounds and fed him, gave him a bed and a roof to sleep under for a few days. He'd left as soon as he was able, unable to apologize for fear his Father might find him and them, and kill them for helping him. It wasn't till years later that he'd sought them out and they kept in touch since. He knew his sister was in good hands. He'd convinced them to pack up and move, told them what happened, about their father and why he left that day. They understood and they left with lisa. He promised her he'd see her again. Though he's not sure when that will be.
With tired eyes and a heavy heart he hops from the wagon to unhitch the horse and pull it into the small stable for it to rest, giving it water and feed. The hay in the next stall and the pull of sleep is too tempting. He doesn't even make it into the home. He'll curl up on the hay and doze off, long tail curled around him like a cat.