The Wayward Bull remained in Sandslout. There wasn’t any important jobs that he needed to attend, nor was he asked to guard any different areas. Being a Warden wasn’t quite difficult, being a Soldier held a bigger meaning. But, no matter how hard he tried, Abdullah had failed on multiple occasion. Disappointing none other then himself, eventhough he had met the King and engaged in combat. None of it truly satisified the bull, job after job yet no true success. Abdullah remained still as if he were a statue, choosing not to move from his position. Standing outside of the gate and safely guarding it, watching each individual that went through that gate.
”Nothing, I‘ve done all of this and boasted about change. Yet, I remain the same. What duties must i fulfill, how many times must I falter before I can succeed.” The Bull spoke in his head. Frustrated yet angered at each and every hurdle that had been thrown towards him, yet he hadn’t jumped over a single one.
But the one thing that tore away at his mind, was how he managed to track down that caramel-skinned gypsy and still manage to fail. Would he ever meet her again? Did she hate the Bull for toying with her emotions? Sure, he was mentally drained these past days, but Abdullah cared more for her and how she was holding up than his own mental health. Outside of these flood of thoughts, Abdullah remained still. Those eyes although staring at the people who entered the gate, were empty. There was no sun, but a black hole eating him away from the inside out.