A/N - hey guys sorry if there are any errors...just wrote this between studying and haven't even given it a reread...
A darkness was falling upon him, cascading over his rationale in thick, opaque waves, it was not something he had ever experienced before this whole episode, but hell did it affect him, confusing him to what his next move should be.
Despair...
He sat slowly on the ground and rested his back against a tree. He felt nothing of its roughness pushing in to his back, indenting strange patterns into his skin, the only thing he felt was the uselessness of the situation.
Even with all his experience he didn't know what to do next. He had travelled to every known haunt of Zarvane's, travelled to places that he had heard him mention...he was a loss as to what to do next.
He would not stop...ever...he knew that like he understood that he needed to breathe...but still...
He let his head fall in to his hands; he felt the loss of Carden's companionship hit him sharply in his chest. Channing did not mind being alone- never had - but now that he had experienced time with Talon...something in him pined for her company....anyone's company that he could link memories of her with.
This feeling of despair seemed to drag a feeling of hopelessness that crept over his entire body, making him shake and tremble with the need to find her but unable to move for periods of time that increased in length with each and every episode....it was like a glue that paralysed him.
He let his gaze travel over his bare arms, trying to decipher the marking that covered them. At random times they would shift slightly and burn for seconds at a time. He wished they would just transform into characters he could understand. Whatever they were he was thankful for their presence because when they did burn, it seemed they drove back the despair enough that he was able to get up and continue to search.
He felt it again.
The hair on his arms stood alert.
Someone was watching him.
This time they were closer.
Channing bowed his head into his hands again in the pretence of unwariness, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he concentrated on flowing blood to his muscles in readiness to attack.
Whoever or whatever it was had been on his trail for weeks now. And whoever or whatever it was...was remarkably good at going undetected. It angered him and drove him harder...his temper was always at its peak and ready to lash out at anything or anyone that he came across. He had noticed in the last city he had visited that people had quickly stepped out of his way, fear flashing across their faces. He didn't care. His caring began and stopped with one golden haired girl.
He felt the presence back away, Channing had never felt threatened by it otherwise he would have hunted it down....but that would have taken valuable time away from his search Talon and Zarvane was such a master at planning that that may be what it was after.
Channing moved stealthily to where he predicted the presence to have been watching him. He stiffened slightly at the extremely faint scent.
He knew this scent....knew it but couldn't place it. He leant down further to the ground to inhale again but the odour was so light that it could have been from an item this person had once worn. Channing eyed his surroundings carefully. It was definitely secluded enough to be an ideal place for an ambush, if he hunted the scent.
He stayed still and silent.
One thing Channing could be was patient when the notion of a fight was included in the reward for being so.
