Who: Erandur and Open Where: Wheel 4 What: Dealing with life When: During the snowfall Rating: TBD Open: Yes Status: TBD
Stepping through Wheel 4 with only his clothing, a handaxe, and a single sixshooter, Erandur frowned to himself. This time of year ended up being least favorite. Even having a newfound family here, and as much as he loved them, all of it was for naught without her. As much as he wanted it to, no amount of other love, no other company could heal the wound he has carried for so long.
Even in his desperation, this low point, none of the otherworldly beings; shadow creatures; nothing came after him. Was he not important enough to mess with? No. Was he too powerful? No. Why didn't they at least try to fight him? To give him something to give himself a new heartbeat? Something to fight for, as that was what he mostly lived for within these last few hundred years... Most of his ancient life, but this last year or so was much different. He was a crushed man. Torn. Dejected. Beaten and bruised. Choose the words, it didn't matter to him. Erandur was a broken man.
It showed on his face, as it was scowled deeply. Being a DohVahKiin, he wasn't known to be a liar, he was angry. Not at life. Not at anyone else. But at himself. His mind was on his failures, not any of his successes. Not on the way he would have helped raise his son and grandson. Only his failure to save his.. The failure to stop Higgs. Erandur was walking, hoping, waiting, wanting for the spirits, shadows, anything to show up and do something so he could take his rage out on them the worst ways.
"Come and get it.." 'Cowboy Thor' spoke harshly to himself hoping that something, anything, would hear him and give him a challenge. Even if there was nothing to give him such, he needed help. Something to bring him out from this rut he was in, something to bring him back from the brink.
But, what kind of help did he actually deserve. Spending too long living with rarely a thing to show for it, this was more of a statement than it was a question.