Dark Wind, Icy Snow - RyuTar, YinYuan [BL]

RTYY 013 - A Bad Escape Attempt

When Snow woke up the following day he was back in that luxurious bedroom, tucked beneath the soft satin covers. He could tell his wounds had been tended to by the soft herbal scent that still lingered in the air. And, to his surprise, they still hadn't chained him. There weren't any new cuts, either, he concluded, carefully checking his arms and chest. Frowning, he wondered about what exactly had happened. He probably hadn't recovered as much as he'd thought, he concluded with a sigh, feeling rather embarrassed at the idea of having fainted just like that. More than embarrassing it had been extremely dangerous, he chastised himself. He had to be more careful, so he wouldn't place himself in such vulnerable positions anymore.

Sliding out of bed he couldn't help smile when his legs didn't shake as much. Over the small oval table, by the window, a tray with food awaited him. Freshly baked bread and cheese, a cup of tea that had, in the meanwhile, gone cold, and a small bowl with little round fruits he'd eaten for the first time the day before. They were sweet and juicy, and he didn't waste time, stealing a handful of them and stuffing his mouth with them.

So he had been right, he thought while he ate. The man that normally looked after his needs had already come. Strange that he hadn't woken him up. Before, whenever he overslept, the man had always woken him up so it would be easier to tend to his wounds, especially his back.
Looking out the window he still had to blink, his eyes tearing up, but at least they didn't burn as much as before. From where he stood, by the table, the only thing he could see was a clear blue sky, but he never got tired or bored of looking at it.

After eating, he washed his face on the fresh water filling the basin next to the food tray and quickly made his way to the door. More hopeful than the day before, he tried the doorknob and sighed in relief when it turned. So they also hadn't locked him up ... Were they so certain that he couldn't escape on his own?

With the triple of the confidence that had filled his steps the day before, he made his way to the staircase in record time. Stopping at the top, he still took the time to focus on what he was doing, slowing down to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs. At least his legs were much firmer, his ankles didn't hurt as much.

Reaching the ground floor he didn't hesitate and turned right. The day before he'd turned left and he'd ended up in that large, intimidating room. The dark monster was probably there, he figured, recalling the way he had dominated the entire space as if it had always belonged to him. Besides, he didn't remember seeing anything even remotely similar to a door that would lead outside anywhere. So, this time, he decided to go the opposite way.

Walking down the wide corridor he passed a few half-dozen doors, all tall and dark-brown, with intricate designs carved on them. But they all looked alike, which meant they would probably lead to other rooms, not outside. Turning left he was faced with a dead end, two large double doors standing right in front of him. Now these looked different, he thought hopefully, turning the knob and pushing them open. His heart almost stop when a dozen or so heads turned to look at him. Quickly scanning the place he immediately knew that he'd been wrong again, although this room did have tall windows leading outside. Maybe he'd be able to escape through one of them, he considered. The problem were the men that, surrounding a large table, seemed to have been discussing something important before he'd so rudely interrupted them. Well, at least the monster wasn't there, he concluded with a sigh of relief. Neither was the other one, with the fake smile.

"It's him ..." someone whispered, making his heart jump, and he immediately faced the men now staring at him.

"Are you sure? But isn't he a male?" asked another voice.

"Who knows ..."

"Who cares? All I know is that he killed my brother and many of our comrades!" a harsher voice accused, making him take a step back.