Not Without A Fight: Part One.
Fenris gave a low, long sigh. He couldn't believe he was doing this. For what felt like the millionth time, he questioned what he was doing here.
It was a clear, crisp afternoon. The sun was warm & golden, though it was slung low in the sky & the shadows stretching beneath it where long & dark. There was a light, cold breeze rising from the ocean & causing nearby trees to sway restlessly.
The dark skinned elf shivered a little. He could feel his heart hammering underneath his leather breastplate & although he was a little cold, his palms were sticky with sweat.
He was at the top of a hill, sat on a stone bench outside a fairly large estate. From his position, he could see the road that led to the manor's front entranceway perfectly, aswell as take in a rather splendid view of Hightown below him.
For an hour, Fenris had stood up, paced back & forth a few times, made to travel back down the hill, then changed his mind & resumed his position on the bench. Waiting for her was torture. & If