Out of Place [Closed]

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Huskaar awoke, the storm outside was getting worst, in Huskaar's little apartment. I wish I never met Amos, he brought me here, and his going to kill me here. there's nothing to do, and everything is cold up here... d**n YOU AMOS Huskaar silently thought to himself. Join the Legionites he said, see the world he said... I'd rather be thieving.

Drifting back to sleep, Huskaar didn't notice that the sun was starting to peak up over the mountains, through the clouds, to the east. Huskaar was going to have to get up in less then an hour, and he would regret ever agreeing to do a late watch. whoever thought there was going to be trouble around here was an idiot Huskaar thought. He wasn't gonig to get any sleep at this rate. especially considering the person who was meant to do the shift after him hadn't been bothered to come and get him.

A loud knock came at his door "Its time to get up soldier" said a Captain, on his way to the Mess hall. Huskaar slowly got up, got dressed and went down stairs. After his week at this place, he had been the center of attention, as most people had not seen a illdemin before him, and had often been punished as such for being a 'mistake'. "you look tired half-breed" Half-breed had been given to Huskaar as a nick name, which just got Huskaar fired up.
"yea, wouldn't be because somebody couldn't be bothered getting up to take my position, and because of you, I couldn't get out of the d**n place until you got up. which nobody could be bothered doing either" said a growling Huskaar.
"Huskaar, your going with Matheson and Andrew to get supplies" said the captain, as he walked past Huskaar, who let out a groan of misery.
"captain, I think I deserve more sleep, somebody didn't get up to do there late shift last night, and the guard nearby wouldn't let me past to get Avery." complained Huskaar
"oh really? well he'll be punished-" said the Captain, staring at Avery "but your still not getting out of supplies."

Huskaar tried to look alert as he leaned on the caravan, in a tight packed market place with Rumormongers, and hawkers of all sorts, there were salesman yelling out wares of all kinds.

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Another youth rode on the back of the wagon with Huskaar. The boy looked about 12 and clearly wasn't a soldier so he most likely worked in the kitchens. He'd probably been sent by the cook to make sure the right supplies were fetched.

The boy had a shaggy mop of red brown hair that would be around shoulder length if it wasn't pulled into a short pony tail and brown eyes that looked to have a hint of green in them as well - though he kept his head down and avoided looking at almost everyone. His clothes were plain and simple, long shorts and a tunic both greyish brown in colour.

After a while the boy scooted over and tugged Huskaar's sleeve to get his attention. "Mista... what'd you do ta get sent on supplies?" He asked in a slightly shy, timid sounding voice.

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"I don't know, but I" Huskaar yawned "I need sleep, you work for the kitchen don't you?" Huskaar asked randomly, already knowing the answer "I kinda wish I could work in the kitchen, cos the job I got now, it really sucks, the shifts are annoying, and the work is tiresome. You should feel lucky" Huskaar said, ending with another yawn

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The boy nodded his head but kept his face looking down. "Tha's right Mista. I dropped a tray of pies taking them out the oven... My uncle got real mad an sent me t' get supplies. Mos'ly so's I was outa the kitchen." The boy was then quiet a bit but he lifted his head.

"What'd you be doin if you wasn't a soldier Mista?"

The wagon jostled a bit as it went over some uneven cobble stones and eventually pulled to a stop at the part of the market that dealt in bulk items. The boy jumped off and a couple of men climbed down as well.

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Huskaar watched the boy, and silently said to him self "thieving is what I did before Amos found me... But then again-" he cut himself short as a half dozen people got out of the wagon. Huskaar decided to take the moment to stretch his legs. "Oy Kid" Huskaar shouted as the kid walked towards the vendor "You didn't tell me your name!"

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The boy looked back over his shoulder and for just a moment there seemed to be an odd expression on his face, the kind of expression that might say 'yes, I thought so'. It was the briefest of things though and could be easily missed. "Douglas" He replied then took a piece of paper from inside his shirt and unfolded it.

Obviously the boy could read and count to some extent because he looked at the list and started counting sacks and crates as they were loaded onto the wagon. The boy even dragged a sack or two himself though he clearly wasn't strong enough to lift them into the wagon.

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Huskaar picked up one of the sacks that Douglas had just put next to the wagon, and put it in, in a neat little bundle. "The names Huskaar. although you won't ever hear anybody callin' me that" Said Huskaar, "Everybody just calls me half-breed, cos I'm Illdeman, I don't know why everybody seems to hate Illdeman, its not like we do anything wrong..." Huskaar took a deep breath, obviously stressed and tired. "God I need sleep"

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Douglas laughed a little bit and actually lifted his face to look at Huskaar, apparently studying the older boy a bit. "All I can see is wolf ears... ya'd need more'n that ta be half. I knows numbers. Uncle learnt me to count the ledger." He said with a proud smile.

He then leant close and cupped a hand to one of the older youth's wolf ears so he could whisper, "Climb on the wagon an have a sleep. I won't tell and if yer behind the sacks an' barrels no one will see." It was strange. The whisper was sure and confident, quite unlike the shy tone Douglas had spoken in before. The words were very easy to agree with and even after the boy stepped away to talk with the merchant and the men that came in the wagon it might seem like Huskaar could still hear the words in the back of his mind somewhere.

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Huskaar yawned again and said quietly "thanks for the tip, I think I need it as well, but you better wake me on the last stop, It'd be pretty weird if nobody saw me for the rest of the way, and then found me in the wagon, and I don't feel like being packed away in the storage room." Huskaar said.

Leaning back against some barrels and drifting off to sleep letting his mind wander.

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Eventually the wagon moved on, though it didn't move far. Huskaar might notice Douglas climb back on and sit nearby, if he were only sleeping lightly at least.

"Ildemin are trouble." A voice murmured softly. "I don't know why they let that half-breed join up."

"We could dump it off in town here somewhere. Tell them that it ran off on us... they really aren't reliable, the captain would believe us."

"Right it doesn't even want to be a soldier."

"thieving is what I did before Amos found me..." this voice was different, soft like a whisper in the distance though Huskaar might confuse it for his own internal voice. "thieving is what I did before Amos found me... thieving... Join the Legionites he said, see the world he said... I'd rather be thieving... I'd rather be thieving." The voice stopped for a while and the wagon moved on again after a moment there it was again, just on the edge of perception.
"You'd rather be thieving... you're not really a good soldier... no one would notice if the half-breed just left..."

Myabe it was just Huskaar's wandering mind and maybe not.

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Despite being asleep, Huskaar heard every single word that came out of the other soldiers mouth, he heard them say "Chuck him in the gutter" and the "Nah, just put him in the sewers", he even heard the whisper that said "lets just slit his throat while his asleep, and then chuck him over the castle wall" all they did was just chilled his blood with the thoughts of dying.

But he never woke only when the loud BANG! of a barrel of wine was dropped as they passed an inn did he finally wake, and with such force that he hit his head on the post above him and almost knocked himself out. "how long was I asleep" asked Huskaar to Douglas.

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Douglas looked over at Huskaar from where he was sitting on top a wine barrel - weren't the boys eyes a different colour before? He blinked and his eyes looked to have changed back, maybe it was just the way the light had been hitting them.

The wagon was soon heading back towards the fort, now fully loaded the going was a little slower then it had been on the trip to town. "Long enough." Douglas replied. "I was just going ta wake ya."
Douglas slid down off the barrel and knelt in front of the Ildemin, looking right into his eyes for a moment. Then he moved in closer and cupped his hand to one of Huskaar's wolf ears again, "Meet me behind the store sheds tonight." Like the last time he'd whispered, there was a strength to the boys voice and the words seemed to reinforce themselves, repeating even after Douglas had moved to look out the front of the wagon. "Meet me behind the store sheds tonight... Meet me behind the store sheds tonight..."

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Meet me behind the storage shed tonight... Meet behind the storage shed tonight... Huskaar seemed to be possessed by these simple words, they were slowly taking over him, telling him to go, until all of a sudden it was back to normal, and what had seemed like a good half hour to Huskaar had only proven to be less then a minute.

Huskaar and Douglas said nothing for the rest of the trip, but Huskaar kept glancing at the kid; There was defiantly something about him, and Huskaar wanted to find out



Huskaar was waiting patiently behind the storage shed, sitting on a log. I wonder where Douglas is was all Huskaar could think Meet behind the Storage shed tonight, woulda a bit more of information woulda been handy, like the exact time, well I guess I better get comfortable, cos theres a long wait ahead of me thought Huskaar as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Sure enough Douglas found Huskaar asleep and he grinned. 'Excellent!' He thought to himself and squatted down so his face was level with the Ildemin's and studied him for a few minutes. Following as his resting mind wandered as resting minds often do. He also gathered more on the Ildemin's personality focusing on the things that Huskaar would much rather be doing.

[Feel free to lay out some of Huskaar's surface thoughts and I'll wake him on my next post. This character needs a little extra material to work with. ]

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[Why? you only made him as you went along with out story?]

There's somebody watching me, I know it, but I just can't seem to get myself up, oh well, he'll probably wake me when he wants to wake me, but it better be soon, cos I'm in deep trouble if I'm not in my room by dawn. Huskaar thought to himself. His dreams weren't very many, and not very meaningful either. But he did have a certain image, the image of his mother. It had always haunted him, and the blood on the wooden floor at the back of the inn.

Huskaar's features in the real world was a mask of concentration in the dark moonlight. And his eyes, if one could actually see them, were a deep red, which only occurred when Huskaar was angry, there was a dark thought going through his mind