Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:00:53 GMT -6
If there was one thing Liam learned from horror movies was never go to the basement. So Liam was going to the attic, maybe something of use could be found there. Now all he had to do was find the attic. Green eye traveled to his bandaged leg. Maybe he could find a crutch or something like that. He slowly made his way to where he thought the stairs would be to the attic.
Liam kept his guard up. With his leg slowly healing, his ability to defend himself was cut in half. Not that he couldn’t fight only, that there weren’t many ways that he could fight without injuring his leg even further. If this manor was teaching him anything, it was a fear of wood and sympathy for mortals. How did they survive when they got injuries and live knowing at any moment they could die?
Humans were much stronger than they appeared to be. Liam certainly had a new respect for them. It wasn’t so much that Liam hated or disliked humans; it was the whole aging and dying thing. You couldn’t truly get close to someone knowing you would outlive them by centuries. After a while, it just became easier for Liam to act friendly without actually getting close to someone.
Now he had to go through that all over again, but this time with his family. The one somewhat constant in his life was now being threatened by an insane manor. His family had more than their fair share problems, in fact it was more worrying when they weren’t arguing but at the end of the day they were there for each other.
Finally he had found the stairs leading to the attic. Now he had another challenge to face: getting up the stairs. Now how to do this and not fall on his face and or back and look like a total klutz? This best way he could think of was to take his time and focus on using his left leg more and use the rails as much as possible. Liam hated wood with a passion right now. All those wooden statues he owned would be tossed into the fire for this.
He cautiously made his way up the stairs. The way his luck has been going, he would fall and there would be someone to see the klutzy moment he had. Liam didn’t trust his luck right now it seemed happy to keep him alive, but didn’t mind letting him get hurt. Oh well at least he was still alive for now. As he reached the last step, he used his upper body strength to swing himself into the attic. Making sure that most of the weight went to his left foot.
Now to find a cane or something to use as a crutch so his tush didn’t have to worry about getting acquainted with the ground. He took a few shaky steps into the attic, but froze when he heard soft footsteps on the stair. He turned quickly and looked at the stairs.
Liam kept his guard up. With his leg slowly healing, his ability to defend himself was cut in half. Not that he couldn’t fight only, that there weren’t many ways that he could fight without injuring his leg even further. If this manor was teaching him anything, it was a fear of wood and sympathy for mortals. How did they survive when they got injuries and live knowing at any moment they could die?
Humans were much stronger than they appeared to be. Liam certainly had a new respect for them. It wasn’t so much that Liam hated or disliked humans; it was the whole aging and dying thing. You couldn’t truly get close to someone knowing you would outlive them by centuries. After a while, it just became easier for Liam to act friendly without actually getting close to someone.
Now he had to go through that all over again, but this time with his family. The one somewhat constant in his life was now being threatened by an insane manor. His family had more than their fair share problems, in fact it was more worrying when they weren’t arguing but at the end of the day they were there for each other.
Finally he had found the stairs leading to the attic. Now he had another challenge to face: getting up the stairs. Now how to do this and not fall on his face and or back and look like a total klutz? This best way he could think of was to take his time and focus on using his left leg more and use the rails as much as possible. Liam hated wood with a passion right now. All those wooden statues he owned would be tossed into the fire for this.
He cautiously made his way up the stairs. The way his luck has been going, he would fall and there would be someone to see the klutzy moment he had. Liam didn’t trust his luck right now it seemed happy to keep him alive, but didn’t mind letting him get hurt. Oh well at least he was still alive for now. As he reached the last step, he used his upper body strength to swing himself into the attic. Making sure that most of the weight went to his left foot.
Now to find a cane or something to use as a crutch so his tush didn’t have to worry about getting acquainted with the ground. He took a few shaky steps into the attic, but froze when he heard soft footsteps on the stair. He turned quickly and looked at the stairs.