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valère debated whether to proceed with his foolish plan or to retreat without visiting his fellow clansman. over the centuries, the blonde discovered a loyal friend in the purple haired clansman that watched their king from the shadows, and despite his own misgivings, he respected tierney for his dedication to rayne. he admitted his own failure as he constantly failed to execute his beloved king’s final order; however, he lacked the self-confidence to reveal himself to the inheritor of the silver clan’s mantle. apprehension clouded his mind as he hovered near the entrance of his comrade’s stable. stepping into the spotlight meant dissolving a decade long silence. he hesitated to reach out and accept tierney’s proffered hand of friendship as he feared the consequences, for despite his seemingly endless existence, he still felt like the child trapped in a dark, dank room—locked away from the rest of the world and forced into submission by his family members.
with a deep breath, he squared his shoulders, ordering his heart to cease with the rapid palpitations and begging his mind to stop lingering on his past. he could not rewrite history, and he promised himself that he would face the demons of his childhood with a level head. the silver clansman could not allow his nightmares to continue ruling his life; however, valère continuously lost the battle between his resolve and his fear. terror caused him to lose sight of his goal, leaving him descending through an all consuming darkness that surrounded him and pulled him into an endless pit of despair. humorless chuckles escaped him as he watched a mother and her son approach the entrance to the archery school. due to his careful prodding, the blonde managed to discover that tierney established himself as a master archer and horse rider extraordinaire. the discovery did not shock the fair haired medic, who expected the purple haired male to assume a flashy role within society.
strands of golden colored hair fluttered into his eyes as he lifted a quivering hand toward the hood of his cloak. slender fingers grasped at the soft fabric and shoved it aside, allowing the sun to grace his features for the first time in several hours. with his fingers trembling in obvious apprehension, he lowered his arm, curling the pale extremities to grasp at the sleeve of his shirt. boot clad feet started moving forward in a jerky movement that resembled a robot—one moving hesitantly due to faulty programming. valère felt exposed without the comfort of his hood or long bow, for when he decided to visit tierney, he decided to pretend to be an uneducated student that wanted to learn the art of warfare with a bow. before setting off toward the school, it had been a reasonably sound plan.
doubt crept into his mind as he entered the building, slipping behind the gathered crowd of students and waiting patiently for tierney to appear. he half hoped that the other would refuse to grace them with his presence; however, due to the nearly overwhelming noise of murmuring voices and the anxious shouting of teenaged students, the blonde doubted that the other silver clansman would remain in hiding for much longer. with another deep breath, valère forced himself to adopt a calm façade as his anxiety mounted, heightening with each second that tierney failed to appear. it would be a long day.
with a deep breath, he squared his shoulders, ordering his heart to cease with the rapid palpitations and begging his mind to stop lingering on his past. he could not rewrite history, and he promised himself that he would face the demons of his childhood with a level head. the silver clansman could not allow his nightmares to continue ruling his life; however, valère continuously lost the battle between his resolve and his fear. terror caused him to lose sight of his goal, leaving him descending through an all consuming darkness that surrounded him and pulled him into an endless pit of despair. humorless chuckles escaped him as he watched a mother and her son approach the entrance to the archery school. due to his careful prodding, the blonde managed to discover that tierney established himself as a master archer and horse rider extraordinaire. the discovery did not shock the fair haired medic, who expected the purple haired male to assume a flashy role within society.
strands of golden colored hair fluttered into his eyes as he lifted a quivering hand toward the hood of his cloak. slender fingers grasped at the soft fabric and shoved it aside, allowing the sun to grace his features for the first time in several hours. with his fingers trembling in obvious apprehension, he lowered his arm, curling the pale extremities to grasp at the sleeve of his shirt. boot clad feet started moving forward in a jerky movement that resembled a robot—one moving hesitantly due to faulty programming. valère felt exposed without the comfort of his hood or long bow, for when he decided to visit tierney, he decided to pretend to be an uneducated student that wanted to learn the art of warfare with a bow. before setting off toward the school, it had been a reasonably sound plan.
doubt crept into his mind as he entered the building, slipping behind the gathered crowd of students and waiting patiently for tierney to appear. he half hoped that the other would refuse to grace them with his presence; however, due to the nearly overwhelming noise of murmuring voices and the anxious shouting of teenaged students, the blonde doubted that the other silver clansman would remain in hiding for much longer. with another deep breath, valère forced himself to adopt a calm façade as his anxiety mounted, heightening with each second that tierney failed to appear. it would be a long day.
TIERNEY MONROE and it's just the start. let the student experiment commence.
