Snippet #956563

Marivor would finish drinking and sighed before moving to stand, he looked towards the horizon. He seemed lost in thought as he stood there. He wondered how he would fair in the battle ahead, he new he would be badly outnumbered but he also new that he would probably outmatch many of them. He sighed, looking around, he spotted a large stag and stalked the thing before pouncing upon it, his jaw clenching around it's throat, killing it instantly. He sighed as he stood there. "They died before me, maybe if only I weren't such a coward, maybe I could have saved them, even if I had only managed to save one of them it would have been all worth it," he said and cursed slashing at the carcass, "But, when I was needed most all I could do was run, too cowardly to fight to protect my friends and family, too weak to save even one of those who were close to me, my best friend, my sister, I could save none of them, damn it!!"

He began to grow increasingly angry at himself as he stood there, though he new he could do nothing he still blamed himself for what had happened and would not forgive himself until he felt he had righted that wrong within him.