An Unexpected Escape

[blondeofshadow]

Berias wound his way through the trees, their thick foliage obscuring the traitorous moonlight that occasionally broke through to expose him. Even laden with his swords and the jewels he'd stolen, his silhouette glided silently as he raced away from the palace. Being caught in the dead of night gave him a good head start, though he could hear the

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[orange_mullet]

After his odd encounter with Gwendal the day before, Yozak had vacated the castle. Oddly enough, as soon as he was out in the open, his yearning for physical intimacy with... well, anyone, really... had nearly vanished. Nearly.

He walked into to town and spent his evening in a tavern, and his night with the barmaid. She even made him breakfast.

And so he began his trek back to the castle happy and full, and wondering why a blonde man was headed the same direction. He trailed behind, deciding the man looked out of place. He couldn't see the man's face from where he was, and there was no way of telling if the man was a double or native. All he knew for certain was that he didn't look as though he belonged here.

Mindful that the man could be dangerous, Yozak kept a fair distance even as he quickened his pace. He shouted to get the man's attention, "Hello, sir!"

[blondeofshadow]

Berias's hands crossed his hips instinctively, his fingers loosely grasping the hilts of his swords. He threw a cautious glance over his shoulder at the man htat approached.

Not sensing an immediate threat, Berias turned around and released his weapons.

"...Hello. What is this place?"

[orange_mullet]

Yozak had tensed and reached for his own sword when he saw that the newcomer was gripping his. He kept one hand loosely hanging from the sheath even after he let go of the hilt. "Shin Makoku. And that is Blood Pledge." He tipped his head to the castle. "Who are you?"

[blondeofshadow]

"Shin Makoku?" Berias raised a brow as his gaze shifted back to the castle. "How could I have gotten here...?"

The blonde then shook his head, remembering the stranger's other question. "Forgive my rudeness, I am Berias. What do they call you?"