26.Aug.12, 02:12 PM
Sanderon did not received the reaction he had thought he might. I'shan did not fight back. He did not yell in return. He simply wrote down a few more things, put the hide paper in his pocket and left him. Sanderon just stood there leaning upon the desk with anguish threatening to expose his true feelings.
When the man that had stolen him mounted his dragon and blinked between, Sanderon tried desperately to shove his torment down. Anger and rage were brought up as a defensive mechanism to help him cope with this nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Badly bruised kneecap or not, that did not stop him from trying to overturn, rip up or destroy whatever he could lay his hands on in that hateful office. Tripping over the broken chair he had sat upon he fell hard. Laying there upon the floor his rage fled and heart-wrenching sobs took it's place.
Sanderon cried until nothing was left. Picking himself up at last, he looked around the room that he had 'destroyed' and frowned. If he was to ever get off this island, he would have to show convincing evidence that he could be trusted. He wasn't getting off to a very good start.
He could not hide all evidence of his rage but maybe if he tried to clean up the worst of it, the shock of the room would not be so great on whoever it was that was suppose to check up on him. Halfway through, he realized that it was hopeless.
Not caring anymore, he looked around the room that didn't look 'that' bad anymore and simply walked out the door. Limping down to the beach, he sat and stared at the waters. A million different emotions and thoughts made his mind a place of chaos and torment. He swore right then and there, that he would get home to his family again, no matter what it took. He could not let them think he was dead.
Done. Thanks.
When the man that had stolen him mounted his dragon and blinked between, Sanderon tried desperately to shove his torment down. Anger and rage were brought up as a defensive mechanism to help him cope with this nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Badly bruised kneecap or not, that did not stop him from trying to overturn, rip up or destroy whatever he could lay his hands on in that hateful office. Tripping over the broken chair he had sat upon he fell hard. Laying there upon the floor his rage fled and heart-wrenching sobs took it's place.
Sanderon cried until nothing was left. Picking himself up at last, he looked around the room that he had 'destroyed' and frowned. If he was to ever get off this island, he would have to show convincing evidence that he could be trusted. He wasn't getting off to a very good start.
He could not hide all evidence of his rage but maybe if he tried to clean up the worst of it, the shock of the room would not be so great on whoever it was that was suppose to check up on him. Halfway through, he realized that it was hopeless.
Not caring anymore, he looked around the room that didn't look 'that' bad anymore and simply walked out the door. Limping down to the beach, he sat and stared at the waters. A million different emotions and thoughts made his mind a place of chaos and torment. He swore right then and there, that he would get home to his family again, no matter what it took. He could not let them think he was dead.
Done. Thanks.