Post by Wulfric Wilheim on Apr 18, 2015 10:40:40 GMT -5
The market square was bustling at this time of day; merchant’s hocking their wares in their loud, carrying voices, shoppers moving to and fro, the sights, smells and sounds of the stalls a feast for all senses. Wulfric stood in the centre of all of this. A single point of stillness.
The newly appointed Fang of the Beastfolk was deep in thought, lost to the rest of the world.
Ba’Dagar, a city built on rough, uneven ground chosen for its natural defences. The streets rose and fell in line with the earth it was built on; there were no protective measures save those provided by the continent itself. When most people built a city they tamed and shaped the land to their liking, not Ba’Dagar. It always struck him as a wild and untamed city. He’d always liked that.
Even so, before becoming the Fang of the Beastfolk Wulfric had never considered it his city. Even as an officer in the City Guard he felt his duty was to the people, all the people, not to the city. Most of that was likely due to his upbringing which took place far from the city, far from people and the suffocatingly enclosed spaces he associated with both.
Some of it was due to the fact he just didn’t feel at home here. With it’s crowds and noises and activity, rather than bustling or lively as some people might describe it Wulfric found the city wearying for someone who was used to a more peaceful existence.
That had changed now. He still couldn’t bring himself to truly like being in the city itself but now that he was responsible for all Beastfolk in his role as Second to their Representative he also felt responsible for his races home city. He began to see it in a different light and it took on a new meaning in his mind.
His city, his responsibility.
The weight of it felt good on his shoulders.
Wulfric’s life could be roughly divided into periods of freedom and duty. As a child he had felt free. Growing up at his family’s compound surrounded by what felt like endless open space, each day bringing new experiences in the form of more lessons; new things to try, new things to learn. Granted, looking back on it he probably didn’t have as much freedom as he had thought; those grounds were not limitless, he was always under someone’s watchful eye and had he tried to deny those lessons he would have found he couldn’t. But still, it had felt free.
In joining the City Guard he had given up that freedom for a sense of duty and purpose. They’d given him responsibilities and he had risen to them. People had depended on them and that faith was not misplaced. It was a good feeling to be doing something with his life, it felt right, but overtime that feeling eventually lessened and his duty began to feel restrictive.
In retiring he had done the opposite; lifting a burden that he had grown tired of from his back so he could go running free for a few years. It was a relief that was unfortunately short lived and he soon found himself taking jobs from his old command just to have something to do. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for freedom.
And now he was here, again, in this city and finally feeling like it was where he was meant to be. As the Fang he felt that sense of duty again, even greater than before; he hadn’t expected to be in this position but as soon as it was offered he knew he had to take it. What he needed was not to get away but to go higher.
The market square was bustling; merchant’s, shoppers and stalls surrounded him. He’d lived in this city for many years as a City Guard officer; he had been in this square many times on market day. For once the situation brought a small smile to his face.
The newly appointed Fang of the Beastfolk was deep in thought, lost to the rest of the world.
Ba’Dagar, a city built on rough, uneven ground chosen for its natural defences. The streets rose and fell in line with the earth it was built on; there were no protective measures save those provided by the continent itself. When most people built a city they tamed and shaped the land to their liking, not Ba’Dagar. It always struck him as a wild and untamed city. He’d always liked that.
Even so, before becoming the Fang of the Beastfolk Wulfric had never considered it his city. Even as an officer in the City Guard he felt his duty was to the people, all the people, not to the city. Most of that was likely due to his upbringing which took place far from the city, far from people and the suffocatingly enclosed spaces he associated with both.
Some of it was due to the fact he just didn’t feel at home here. With it’s crowds and noises and activity, rather than bustling or lively as some people might describe it Wulfric found the city wearying for someone who was used to a more peaceful existence.
That had changed now. He still couldn’t bring himself to truly like being in the city itself but now that he was responsible for all Beastfolk in his role as Second to their Representative he also felt responsible for his races home city. He began to see it in a different light and it took on a new meaning in his mind.
His city, his responsibility.
The weight of it felt good on his shoulders.
Wulfric’s life could be roughly divided into periods of freedom and duty. As a child he had felt free. Growing up at his family’s compound surrounded by what felt like endless open space, each day bringing new experiences in the form of more lessons; new things to try, new things to learn. Granted, looking back on it he probably didn’t have as much freedom as he had thought; those grounds were not limitless, he was always under someone’s watchful eye and had he tried to deny those lessons he would have found he couldn’t. But still, it had felt free.
In joining the City Guard he had given up that freedom for a sense of duty and purpose. They’d given him responsibilities and he had risen to them. People had depended on them and that faith was not misplaced. It was a good feeling to be doing something with his life, it felt right, but overtime that feeling eventually lessened and his duty began to feel restrictive.
In retiring he had done the opposite; lifting a burden that he had grown tired of from his back so he could go running free for a few years. It was a relief that was unfortunately short lived and he soon found himself taking jobs from his old command just to have something to do. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for freedom.
And now he was here, again, in this city and finally feeling like it was where he was meant to be. As the Fang he felt that sense of duty again, even greater than before; he hadn’t expected to be in this position but as soon as it was offered he knew he had to take it. What he needed was not to get away but to go higher.
The market square was bustling; merchant’s, shoppers and stalls surrounded him. He’d lived in this city for many years as a City Guard officer; he had been in this square many times on market day. For once the situation brought a small smile to his face.
