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Post by kat on Jan 4, 2021 23:15:09 GMT
abilene
— pass around the holy grail —
It is late.
The night is deep, and dark, and quiet.
Crickets chirp. Lanterns are swinging from posts, desperately trying to devour the blackness between them.
But the sky, oh the sky is alive, and it is beautiful. Velvety navy, indigo, violet, washed across it like a canvas. Stars like diamonds, sparking. Like eyes, watching me. The sky is celebrating, and that is how I know that I have done good on this night.
I move through the empty streets as though I do not have a care in the world. I cannot help the smile that twists the corner of my lips. I cannot help the pride I feel for the deed I have performed, knowing that one more evil soul has been exorcised from this world and will no longer hurt another innocent.
This is what I was meant to do. Guide and educate by day and protect by night.
Oh, not everyone understands what I do. They are lost, shrouded in the shadows, but everything that I do is for them. Someday they will see reason. Someday, they will see the light.
But until then, when the shadow of their torchlight begins to nip at my heels, I run. I must, to live another day. Even if it so I can protect them from themselves.
The desert shifts beneath my hooves as I take a sharp turn around a long-standing empty shop. I squeeze down a narrow pass between a house and a small shed. My steps are light, but quick. When I exit the other end I turn to watch their torches pass. They do not follow.
I have circled back behind my pursuers, and now move in the opposite direction of them.
I am like a ghost in the night. It is willed that I shall continue to do my work, so I glance toward the beautiful sky and I thank those who are looking down upon me, and who walk with me.
I will not be caught, I know.
I know, I know, I know, but when I see the woman my hand goes to my gun instinctively. I don’t draw it, yet. “How do ye, stranger?” I ask, friendly but wary. Aware of my surroundings. Always aware. If this is a set up, I want to know about it before the trap is sprung.
"Preaching."
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Post by Lauren on Jan 9, 2021 2:58:49 GMT
| T he night feels different here. Although I see the moon, it's not the same. I don't know if it's because Caligo is not here or if it's because I've changed. I was never someone who worshipped anyone or anything. There were some who claimed they saw Caligo walking among them or other beings who were sent by her. There was Tenebrae and his monks who heavily worshipped her too. There were times I thought I saw her, but it could've also been a trick of the eyes. I don't really know where I stand anymore, but the only thing I know for sure is that it's all different here. All that I knew or thought I knew is gone. These lands aren't like Novus either. There don't seem to be any rules or really any sense of anything. They are wild and ever-changing. Maybe I have changed because of it. Not having a Court to look after does that I guess. I make my own rules now and live by my own code. I suppose I can't say it's been all that bad. When I found Bram wandering aimlessly in the streets, it certainly helped. Now it's just been him and I living however we want to. We've learned a thing or two about sneaking around and taking things that don't belong to us but we want anyway. There is gold here, seemingly a lot shinier than anything we found in Novus. Sometimes they have value, sometimes they don't and it's just for the sake of ruining someone's day. Denocte and the Night Court are no more, so we're writing a new story. One where we don't give a shit and we just live. After all, there's nothing else left for us. All the ones we loved may as well be dead after we got dropped into this new realm. The desert isn't exactly where I would've ever guessed myself to be, especially after all the shit with Solterra. Unfortunately it seems everyone loves to keep the good stuff in these places, so that's why we're here today. We managed to steal some gold out of some pockets in the crowd earlier, so now we're just seeing what else we might be able to find. Bram and I had separated and that's what led me here. He had tracked down some others with torchlights ahead and they seemed to be pursuing... something. Angrily. I'm confident it's not us because we've never been caught. Then I find this woman alone and it makes me start to wonder. It's likely Bram will sense my tension and come back. "Fine," I reply, my tone flat and my eyes narrowing just a little. I'm not sure what to think of her. "It's not usually a good idea to sneak around the streets alone at night… who are you?" Thankfully, Bram returns to my side before she might ask why I'm doing that very thing. |
credit to nat of adoxography ; kat |
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