
03-05-2011, 03:58 AM
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Warmth. A strange warmth had found its way onto his back and seemed to be chasing away the cold. A deep groan was emitted as the being began to twitch, regaining consciousness as he came to his senses. The process was slow as it always seemed to be so after a night like the one he had just experienced.
"Where am I?" Barely audible words were formulated through the groaning as the male shifted to sit up. The warmth that had been focused on his back now was placed directly in his face. It was sunlight, pure and true. Sitting still with muscles strained and his ears alert, Sebastien Manuel De Gillet finally sighed softly letting himself relax. Around him was the usual sounds of day creatures waking up to greet the morning, he had managed to make it back to his grounds before he had let the darkness take over. He tried to remember the events leading up to the night before and during, but found that he was only able to momentarily grasp glimpses of what may have transpired. "How long have I been out here?" Another question spoken aloud as he turned his head about taking in every noise that was around him. "No matter, time to get moving I suppose." His first attempt to stand resulted in him falling to his knees. He was weak. Extremely weak, and his body was going through some serious recovery as it was adjusting to his usual and considerably more normal form.
His alert sense of sound and smell then picked up a new scent. A familiar scent just then as he finally managed to stand straight. A small tug of a smile managed to turn up the right side of his lips as he waited for the approach of his rescue party.
"My lord! You are alright! Are you alright?" The voice belonged to Lucas, Sebastien's trusted and most loyal servant. "I am fine. How is everything? Did I miss anything or start anything worth talking about?" Sebastien moved closer to the horse that Lucas had been sitting upon and touched the fair creature's neck. The horse snorted and shifted about nervously. No doubt the animal was reacting to Sebastien's new found smell. Animals, and even a few people seemed to treat him differently ever since he had found that he had joined the ranks of supernatural beings of the night. He had come this far with pretending to not notice the strange stares and occasional whispered rumor here or there.
"Let me help you up. Thankfully no there is nothing to help start any more of those rumors or anything to help add on to them. Although, you returning at this hour of the morning in what little attire you have left, could raise a few brows." Lucas had placed a firm hand on Sebastien's shoulder snapping him from his thoughts and had answered his prior questions. With another slight smile that soon faded, he accepted the offer and grasped Lucas' palm. He had managed to make it up onto the horse saddle with ease, as this was a usual routine for the two of them. Letting a small chuckle escape himself, Sebastien shook his now disheveled black hair and responded, "Ah well, let them talk then. Gives them a little excitement. Am I right?"
"That you are." Lucas returned and spurned the horse onwards back home. He always managed to find Sebastien the next morning and had come to his aide after waking from what he wished was a constant night terror. Lucas was the only one that knew of Sebastien's condition, and he wished to keep it as such.
The ride was a quick and easy one, the two remained quiet as Sebastien was never found to be talkative after his return back to the normal world. Back at his large manor, Sebastien waited as Lucas passed the horse off to one of the stable hands and escorted him indoors. Sensing that they were alone finally, he had had a nagging feeling that was creating a burning question that needed to be asked. "Were there any disappearances last night?" His tone was even, but hushed as he spoke to his oldest friend as they walked down one of the many great halls. A slight rustling indicated that Lucas had shaken his head before answering, "No. Put your mind at ease for the time being." Again the silence ensnared them as they walked, finally making it to Sebastien's private quarters.
"You know that you may leave me now. I'll be fine Lucas." Sebastien moved away from the other male as they entered his main chamber. Here Sebastien knew exactly where everything was and was quite comfortable on his own. Hearing the door shut behind him, he knew that Lucas understood that he just wanted a little time to recuperate before having to face the rest of the world. Sometimes he simply felt as if he were living a lie. Life never felt this way for him before. Though that was before he had been attacked by that powerful and large wolf. He could remember the stench of it's breath and the feel of it's fur on his skin as it had pinned him on his back. It was amazing how a creature such as that had amazingly soft fur despite the rage and hurt that it had felt inside. If there was one thing that Sebastien had always been good at despite his lack of eyesight, was that he was able to see people for who they truly were on the inside.
Again, he needed to stop delving back into the past with these dark memories and thoughts. It only brought an onslaught of horrible feelings that he never wished to feel again; pain, shame, anger, grief. His parents had and could never know what truly happened to him, thus why he had requested to move into an estate by himself. He had hoped to preserve their fond memory of he, and wanted no bodily harm to come their way. Now that he was the age of twenty four years, they were constantly sending messengers to him of potentially strong matches that would suit him. They tried very hard to set him up with a lover whom he could one day wed. Sure he was a handsome individual with strong features and build.
The only problem was that with his lack of sight, women did their best to avoid being caught in his company. With the strong bloodlines of their rich upbringing, families were to produce strong children to continue on the line. Being blind simply made you viewed as weak in the eyes of society, and Sebastien was destined to a life of lonely solitude.
He started for his private bath. A bath was indeed something that he was in desperate need of at the moment. With ease he found himself turning the small knobs to adjust the temperature and waited as the large claw footed tub filled with water. He let his hand draw figure eights in the collecting fluid, inhaling the warm steam and letting it warm himself entirely.
Last edited by Dreizehn; 03-05-2011 at 04:41 AM..
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