arealprince (arealprince) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-12-17 22:14:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Entry tags: | character: noctis fury (dropped), character: russell wallace, location: wallace house, thread: complete, |week: 06, ~date: 08/august 11 |
Who: Russ and Noctis
Where:Russ' cabin
When:Week 6 Sunday late afternoon
Why: (Chopping Wood to keep from doing something worse to Noc)
Warning: (TBD)
The chunk of firewood split with a remarkably satisfying sound. Russ wiped sweat from his forehead and put another large chunk of firewood on the block. He hefted the heavy ax and swung it cleaving the next piece of firewood in two. They didn't really need the firewood. But chopping it was a way to take out his frustrations rather than doing worse to Noc. His new weredragon slave, huh, that was a laugh. Had been making himself useful by watching the telly several days straight and eating Russ out of house and home.
Another swing, rip, thud. At this rate, they would have enough wood to last three winters. He paused just long enough to take off his t-shirt and wipe his face with it. Then he went back to it. Efficiently splitting log after log.
Something had to give and soon or Russ would have to take Noctis back to the auction house. Though killing him and dumping his body in the woods was a lot more appealing at the moment. So far, the young weredragon was just about useless for anything except raising Russ' blood pressure. And eating. God, that kid could eat! But considering his were metabolism, Russ shouldn't have been surprised. He'd eaten like that when he was a teenager himself.
Swing, chop, thud.
Still, it didn't stop him from getting mad. Noctis seemed bent on pushing Russ to his limits. Ungrateful little brat. He should have left him in the woods.
He tried to get control of his thoughts, because the negative thinking wasn't being very productive either. Russell just continued to automatically chop wood. It was the only thing that was calming him at the moment.