The Consumation of SinYear 311, January 12th (Night)
When Morrigan had first laid eyes on the sight of Crystal beside the creature in her bed, it had startled her, but she had thought little of it. The only reason she had remained was the eminent danger that revolved around the kitsune in her bed that Morrigan just couldn't understand. Laying there, without movement, he seemed harmless... like he was merely a pet that Crystal had adopted to keep warm, but some string pulled at the back of her mind, as if someone was telling her to stay nearby. To watch, because everything was not as it seemed. Her green hair lay across her shoulders, caressing her breasts as they practically spilled out of her top, the black leather drawing the darkness into it as if some ethereal touch of the shadows wished to hold Morrigan there in hiding of its own accord.. as if the trees wished her not to be seen--and the feeling drew from her a sense of displacement and one of relief... but it was unnatural for nature to love her so--then what is it that they fought harder against than she?
When the kitsune started moving, Morrigan had dozed at the tree. It was a rat that scurried across her lap that woke her... she stared off after it, and with its squeaking retreat, realized that she had not seen an animal--not even an insect--since she had been here. Her dull green eyes turned upward to notice to her surprise that the kitsune was rising from the sheets. His movements were not unlike other beasts of his kind--graceful and lacking any hint that the bed was a moving entity beneath him. The water sprayed up around her, and the fresh scent of the genil river seemed to enclose her so thoroughly that she could smell nothing else. What is.. going on here... She felt an urgency in the world around her--a need to hide her so that she could watch and be part of the action. Something whispered of foul deeds and wanted to save someone from something, but Morrigan did not hear trees. She was so concerned with the confusion in her mind, she did not notice for half a minute what was happening...
The blood on his lips as Crystal passed out of reach frightened her.
Morrigan froze in the moonlight for a millisecond that seemed like eternity. He was the one--that creature she spoke of. He was taking her away, and Morrigan could not have that; even if Crystal would accept it passively. She moved as if through a thick water in her mind, though she was too fast for human eyes to see. Morrigan's world was stopping on its axis, and fear was all she had... fear and anger. She saw things clearly, slowly as they happened, her fingers tore out into Fedafyr's hair to wrench him free--and he came, almost too easily... as if he wanted to release Crystal... she didn't put these two things together coherently, but she did plant him rather firmly against the wall, watching the splinters rise around her as he stared at her with eyes that saw her demise happening in moments.
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No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
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Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
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(6/11/07 2:39 am)
Re: The Consumation of Sin
The dreams were like thick water, memories of her childhood with a warm glow around them. Her father lifted her onto a tricycle as her mother snapped photos. The warmth of her mother’s skin against her as she slept, one tiny thumb in her mouth. Her mother’s voice penetrated the dream-sleep with the soft words, “Wake up, dearest. It’s not time to sleep now.”
College was next as she stared bleary eyed at a blackboard in the front of a room after drinking the night before. Her hair was fuzzy and soon, she was passed out on the desk in the silence of the large classroom, aside from the drone of the law professor who never looked up from the book he was reading from. Shuffling feet around her made her eyelids flutter as her roommate nudged her in the side and shook her just a little. “Crystal, wake up! Class is over and drinks are on me tonight.”
Cameron lay beside her in their big bed, not close enough to touch as he read a novel with his glasses pushed down on his nose, and she slept like a rock from too many hours at the office. Her eyes could see the glimmer of their unknown child growing in her midsection by the second, the minute even. Cam’s fingers trickled over her shoulder blades, as he whispered softly in her ear, “Darling… Wake up, I want to apologize for what I said earlier.” His voice faded as the room shattered around her, her eyes opening in Genil, and focusing on Morrigan.
Was she still dreaming? Crystal’s head spun and for a moment, she froze and looked down at her arm, now mangled and bleeding profusely. She let out a cry and grabbed her sheets, wrapping one of them around the wound in an instinctual fashion. Her body was utterly nude and far too exposed until she whimpered and wrapped the sheet around herself, stumbling from the bed as she did so. She hit the wooden slats of the floor as her legs wiggled beneath her, and she scrambled to a corner beside her chest of drawers and squeezed into a space only big enough to fit her body uncomfortably. Crystal sobbed as she had never before, frightened gasps of fear and betrayal, tinged with regret and sadness. Rocking, she held her arm as the blood soaked through the layers of linen. She merely wrapped more of the sheet around it as her eyes found Morrigan again, and then Fedafyr, looking every bit the animal that she knew he wasn’t truly. In some ways she had misjudged him, before, she had only thought he didn’t have a soul. Now, she knew he had a soul and a heart and that caused her more pain that if he had been without them. In other ways, she had always known what lurked deep inside him, and now, this animal was released into her own personal world and had drawn her own blood and perhaps, the blood of her friend was soon to be shed. Crystal could not face it, not this, not again. Closing her eyes, she rocked harder as tears snuck from beneath her eyelashes.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
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(6/11/07 2:40 am)
Re: The Consumation of Sin
The wrenching pain of his hair only blacked out that which ached inside of him, and that smile spread across his teeth as the world faded in on someone he didn't care about. Morrigan Aensland was the answer to his prayers that moment--a woman who did not bear any resemblance to a loved one... someone who lacked any reason to be spared. She was the answer that nature had held from him to save his sanity--they had concealed her just long enough to set her as bait for the wolf, and she did not know it. Fedafyr's mind reeled in the possibilities--the way he would tear her pretty face from her skull. The real beauty wasn't there yet--Morrigan was not frightened of him, but for someone. He'd teach her the error in that decision. The heavy feeling of his small body cracking the plaster and wood of the wall felt marvelous--the splinters that moved around them creating a frame that would paint her death. She saw that death, and did not falter. He knew she saw it--and that was why it was so fun. Fedafyr's movements were fast, but for the two of them, this was a dance that--if one left at all--they would leave forever knowing the others name, for it would be etched into the memory of the scars that would not heal when they were finished.
His fingers reached out, the claws raking over her skin, The hard leather of the bustier giving beneath his fingertips as they bit into the gorgeous alabaster skin protecting her ribcage. His claws tickled the white of those bones, not tearing but slicing a path where he needed and drawing up the blood that he'd lick from his fingers after this encounter. Time for them passed as an eternity, but in the next second he went through the wall and rolled into the grass, finding his feet as his tail lashed behind him. Bare toes dug into the mud as the very earth howled its regret into the distant sky and the storm kicked up as if out of nowhere. The sky lamented it--the ground lamented it--but he smiled as the wind ripped his haori from his body and tossed it into the air, flying it over the broken white city, over the river he had met his enchanting red vixen, and into the trees that were his home. His short frame captured the power that was the swirling waters to his right and the frantic grass to his left. The background of the rubble of white and stained marble only made it more apparent what he was; Fedafyr was a killer. An artist that painted his interpretation of the world in the blood of women.
"The very world plays your requiem mass. What will you do?" His fingers reached up, catching an invisible strand of green hair that the wind lifted off of Morrigan's person and blew toward him... The ebony strands of his hair danced around him, untamed in the fading moonlight right before the dawn, the lightning lit the sky at that moment as the stars were covered and drawn out of existence. His very breath shook the earth; the smile on his lips told the mortal world's end, and those eyes spoke of madness, glued to the woman who would be his puppet tonight.
GOD
dainty goddess
No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
*is dirty minded*
Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
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(6/11/07 2:42 am)
Re: The Consumation of Sin
Bodies were hurled around her as the fight began and Crystal rocked, names pouring from her lips like prayers. “Mom…Dad…Cameron…Lumen…Paris…Kentaro…Fedafyr…Shi…Morrigan. Oh GOD, Morrigan!” Her fingers tangled together and her own nails bit into her skin and she fought with imaginary rosary beads, a habit that regenerated from childhood. Time seemed to slow around her as she rose, her legs unsteady but able to be walked on and ducked through the hole in the wall of her home into the bitter night, the darkness wrapping around her like a cloak. Sheets soaked with blood formed a gory gown around the Elder as she kept her distance from the fighters, but wanted to run and attempt to shield one, if not both, of them with her body. Fedafyr fought with the grace of a wild animal playing with his prey, while Morrigan’s eyes must have danced with anger and fire. Crystal moaned and she was reduced to a heap on the ground, once again, unable to stop the ringing in her ears or the dizziness in her mind. Her eyes were only able to focus on the couple in the darkness once again.
Her voice was a shout against the wind, probably sucked into the gusts themselves as she shouted, "Paris, for fuck's sake stop him!" She didn't know if it was possible for the who shared his soul inside him, lying dorment at the moment, to pull him back from this state, nor did she expect him to. Prayers were for those who had lost all hope of a good outcome, and now, as she watched Morrigan's skin gush rivers of blood, she prayed to whoever, whatever would listen to silent words.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: The Consumation of Sin
The sky did not frighten her--his composure did not frighten her. Morrigan's hair whipped around her in the wind as her wings jetisoned out to the side, her body stanced angrily as she hissed her hatred at the kitsune before her. Her eyes were alive again in that moment--the green flashed red, angry, seeing nothing but the pain before her. Each moment passed a hearbeat in her chest, the whipping of her hair across her skin a happy reminder of her life and ability to feel. The lightning streaked across the sky, the thunder roaring for blood to be spilled upon the waiting grass. Each breath that left her lungs in a fog marked the next step in her movements. "I'll make sure the song doesn't go to waste..." The two bodies against the angry wind wrapped themselves in that dance that ripped the two apart. Each piece of skin that left its home drew those opposing flashes in their eyes. Morrigan angrily pushed forward, her body bigger but not as fast, and Fedafyr pushed back, the power in his strikes seeming to toy with every piece of Morrigan as it tore her apart. The black wing on Morrigan's back extended and straightened, wrapping her hand and then departing from her shoulder blades to become a longsword clutched in her right hand, and it found its mark, rending the kitsune's side open as it swung in that instant. For that moment, Morrigan thought she had the upper-hand. She believed that the silence around her--that the drop of the wind was that she was winning and the heavy beat of the heart was of fear, but those yellow eyes did not close, he stared at her as if she were a piece of meat he could not wait to see hanging from the locker and she resented him for that. Every piece of her body was sliced, her arms, chest, legs, and stomach all bleeding from small incisions by his claws, minimized by her prowess in battle. Morrigan did not look like she was losing--Morrigan looked like she was fighting, but the amount of blood that came from her was not unequaled by the hits that had been laid upon his smaller form...
But now, Fedafyr was gone. The earth swallowed him up and she was alone for an instant. Morrigan thought he'd go after Crystal--she turned a circle to see the other elder on the ground but he was not beside her friend as she lay. That moment was the slowest that Morrigan had ever experienced. The fear she had--that she would see Crystal dead before she could get to her, had blinded her to the simple truth that the fox wanted nothing from Crystal. Her eyes were jaded, staring forward as her vision was blurred, She turned, and he was behind her--the same place he had disappeared, his hand swung past her, grazing her head with his claws and only not ripping into it because she was quick to react, but when it came back, there was nowhere to move. The claws passed into the soft core of Morrigan's eye and she was pulled back against the fox's claws as they gripped her spine through her skin. Failure wracked her body and called her its mistress as she felt that familiar feeling again--that realization that with her death came others as well. Morrigan didn't make a sound, merely frowned. That look that crossed her face as the blood spilled down around Fedafyr's fingers was one of complete and utter disappointment, not anger nor fear. She had just... let everyone down again. The fact that her body dared to inject salt into the well of her eye that was now bleeding was a merciful testament of her passing life, her sword crawled like water back to her back, her wings both limp against her as he began to pull.
"Paris..... stop him!"
The words were broken over the pull of the wind, but she heard them--and apparently so did the kitsune. Somehow, the pressure left--Morrigan's bloody body hit the dirt and she clenched her eye closed around the bleeding iris, but the demon left... he was leaving.
I always knew it... I was the weaker of the two....
Morrigan faded out of consciousness with the sound of the rain prevailing in her ears.
GOD
dainty goddess
No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
*is dirty minded*
Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
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(6/11/07 2:53 am)
Re: The Consumation of Sin
“MORRI! Morrrr-I-gaaaan!” Crystal’s voice was a piercing shriek, almost keening and wailing as she scrambled toward the succubus’s fallen body, the bloodied sheets now caked in the dirt and leaves from around her. Her feet were scratched and bleeding from the sticks and thorns that littered the ground but she didn’t care as she hefted Morrigan’s head and shoulders into her lap, hugging the woman close to her, tears streaked down her face without end as she rocked, this time, not alone as she did so. Every instinct told her to collapse here and now, to give up and to find death herself, yet, reason told her to check her friend’s vital signs for life. Her chest did rise and fall, so she was still breathing, but bleeding so much. Crystal’s stomach turned as she ripped shreds of the sheet from around her and tried to bandage as many wounds as she could to still the bleeding. Crystal’s breath came in puffs as she moved around the woman, then rose quickly to her feet. The river of Genil ran along side her house and it would not be far to get into Genil, and honestly, she couldn’t be certain of Morrigan’s condition on her own. After kissing the other woman’s forehead, she rose to her feet and broke out in a dead run, as fast as she had ever felt herself move.
Fear raced through her as she questioned what would happen when she found herself in Genil itself. Would the citizens answer her cries for help. Would doors open when she, Crystal Dinaia knocked on them? The bottoms of her feet bled now from various sharp objects and her arms found tiny scratches from tree branches she didn’t stop to maneuver around gracefully. Her hair was mused around her face, her eyes wide and haunted, and yet, she could still smell him on her body, even as she tried to push him from her mind. Her arm ached with an intensity that was only amplified by the emotional burden that went with it. None of it mattered, though, as she pushed onward and broke into the streets of Genil, shouting in a horrified voice. “Someone, please help me! We need a doctor.” Lights in homes went on and she could see faces popping from around curtains, fearful and guarded. “For the love of God, for the love of Genil. I need a medic, a healer, someone. I need a doctor!” Ten minutes must have passed as she stood alone in the streets, looking something like the Goddess of Gore they all seemed to adore so much, her feet stained in blood as well as her arms and the sheet haphazardly wrapped around her.
Her voice wailed and she pleaded with an empty street until something miraculous happened. The wind around her whipped the strands of her hair against her face so quickly that they stung like little pricks of needles, but as she stared into the darkened streets of her city, people began to emerge from homes. Several men, including one with an old fashioned medical bag came forward and asked if she was hurt. She shuddered like a leaf as she explained that Morrigan needed help much worse than she did, and when they asked where, she began to run again, back to her home, back to the scene of her own horror come to life. Crystal’s heart pounded in her chest and her stomach hurt, clenching in and out with fear as her blood pounded against her temples. When she arrived, she could do nothing but stand back and watch. Holding herself up against a tree for support, she glanced at the people coming now and the men crowding around their own fallen Elder, their voices horrified and caring at the same instant. Hurt had disappeared from these few citizens as they tended to one of their own, one of their fallen. The world was dizzy again as Crystal watched and standing there she bent double, fearing that she might be sick and disgrace herself even further.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: The Consumation of Sin
He had watched the battle from afar and watched her run off to get help, yet he did not move one inch. He judged by the two people beating the hell out of each other that his power was no match for something like that. Yet he saw the succubus Morrigan, now lying beside him, and wondered if this was all a dream. Morrigan, a name he heard in stories, myths, yet here she was in the flesh. From what he knew she is a powerful demon, but with all her power she could not stand up to the person that put her in her present state. That's why he choose to watch, even if he got blown into a thousand little particles it would take a bit for him to get back together and that always gave him a headache.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and it made him choke under his mask, he pulled it down along with his hood, his hair falling free to his shoulders from being scrunched up. Moving out of the way for the medical personnel, he found himself steadying the bloodied Crystal. His eyes held a calming force for her as he helped her sit down on the ground. No words passed between them, he really did not like to talk much anyway, his eyes, though, showed all the action if one looked hard enough. If he let his guard down even for a second, whatever attacked the two ladies might get the jump on him. Yet he could not sense anyone else except for them, "I saw what happened," he calmly stated. Maybe, just maybe, even though he hated to admit it, these two people could help him find his way home. The handles of his two blades shown beneath his cloak as he kneeled beside her.
His voice was soothing, his Arabian accent, thick but still pleasant to the ears. "What can I do to help you, miss?"
Edited by: Sethron at: 6/11/07 1:11 pm
Re: The Consumation of Sin
“I’ve done something terrible…” Crystal murmured as she slumped on the ground, leaning against the man for support. He wasn’t familiar to her, but the look in his eyes was honest and she didn’t have the energy to assume otherwise. Looking down at her arm, she realized that the bleeding had stopped and the blood around the wound made the skin under her bandage feel as if it would soon make her immobile. Looking at the man who sat next to her, her eyes were still wide and shining in the darkness, lit only by the flickering lights of the lanterns the men had brought along with them, flames dancing amid solid ice.”I need water.” The night air rustled across her bare arms streaked with blood and made her ache from the inside out. “Water and clean bandages. You can find them inside the house in the distance,” Her voice was soft, yet strong and determined. There were things that needed to be done now and her own legs weren’t strong enough to carry her any further than where she sat for the moment at hand. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the tree and relived the night, almost not believing it had actually happened.
But, the blood on her hands was real. Her bare legs covered in bloody sheets were real. Morrigan lay suffering for each breath and that was far too real. “And…” Crystal paused to gulp in a fresh breath of air, “Please bring the white hooded cape that is behind the door of the bedroom in the cottage… Please.” Her arm pointed toward her home, now almost as shattered looking as she felt.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: The Consumation of Sin
He took a quick look around something still made him want to keep an eye out for things, but he could not place it. He made his way into the cottage, not really concerned on what the place looked like. Material things no longer mattered to him, thats why he had left the desert town, too many people tried to distract him. He filled three canisters full water till they overflowed and grabbed the medical kit from the bathroom. Though he did like how the place was, still a bit to girlish for his taste.
It did take him a bit to find the white cape she spoke of, the bedroom being trashed from the fight and all. The night air was becoming dry again, if he did not hurry back, she would only get worse. He had seen his share of injuries from his field days, but this surpassed anything he had ever seen. Doubtful he could even being to help her wounds he gave the water and bandages to the doctor there.
He sat the cloak down beside her, "Is this for you or," he paused and gestured at Morrigan, "her?"
Re: The Consumation of Sin
Crystal took the cloak that all Elders had worn at one time or another, especially when officially addressing the public and wrapped it around herself, the heavy fabric warming her with an almost unexpected urgency. It flowed down to her calves, if she could have stood , but now it spread out on the ground around her like a blanket of snow. “Thank you…” She whispered as she stared blankly, her eyes unfocused. The woman wished she could have disappeared into the safety of the past when none of this had taken place. The days when the biggest complaints of Genil were that there were two butchers in town and one didn’t like the other were long gone but she wished for them nonetheless, prayed for them. Crystal had drug her friend into a battle that should have ended her life and though she was not a fighter in the truest form, she cursed herself for being able to do nothing. Powerless was how she felt, as she watched women from the city come to meet their husbands and exclaim over the injuries of Morrigan, horror for the youngest Elder in their eyes along with love. How, could that love show through all of the hatred that the people had once portrayed in their words and actions? Crystal took in these happenings and for a moment knew that Genil would heal itself more quickly than she had once thought.
The Elder’s soul felt cracked straight down the middle, the jagged edges tearing and ripping at her heart. She had brought this demon upon her village once again, this time to the point where Morrigan could lose her life. Crystal wished she would just wake up, just open her eyes and say anything at all. She could call her a stupid, idiotic fool and curse her until the day she tied, but Crystal would hold those words as the dearest she had ever known. The Elder looked at the ground, then at the man beside her. “Do you think she’ll be okay…?” It didn’t really matter if he had no idea, just someone reassuring her would help her from dissolving entirely.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: The Consumation of Sin
He glanced over at the fallen succubus, a grin formed across his face. "She is a sex demon...or was," he paused confused himself, "and as I understand it, all she needs is some energy and he wounds will heal up." He stood Crystal up, putting her left arm around his shoulder, "Well that is the normal case, do not know about this world though....this place is different." Having made their way to Morrigan, he looked her over again, "Well since she is in no condition for sex, how does one propose to get her energy?" The question is a big one, for all he knows Morrigan is the only succubus here and he highly doubts someone like Crystal would take the time to learn about Morrigan's race. Though he has been wrong before since entering this place, being blasted apart into tiny sand particles was enough evidence of that for him to be more careful.
He could not shake the feeling he was being watched though and since he is not in a sandy area like Anarab, his chance of pulling himself back together would take longer then he wanted.
Edited by: Kadar at: 6/17/07 4:01 am
The scent of Crystal's blood had drifted through the air and made it to Kentaro's nostrils. It seemed that he was too late for the fight, but made it just in time to assist his friends. So as the Elder stepped out of the shadows, he walked to Crystal, scooping her up in his arms. He sighed, shaking his head.
As he walked up to Morrigan, red eyes looked over her wounds. "Forgive me for not being here sooner, my friends. Once I smelled the blood, I ran as fast as I could." His two legs could only carry him so quickly, even in his wolf form, he wasn't quick enough.
It was a shame, really, and something that the Elder wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.
He held Crystal close to him, keeping her both warm and safe. She reeked of demon. She reeked of blood. Just what had happened? Did he truly wish to know? A light sigh escaped his lips as he kissed her forehead lightly. Whoever did this would pay, he was sure of that.
For now, it was time to tend to the wounds of those he cared for.
Re: The Consumation of Sin
Crystal’s thoughts were growing foggy as she leaned against the man she didn’t know. His answer to her question seemed like it traveled through miles of water to reach her ears, but she nodded, feeling almost drunken. She felt woozy, the lights of the lanterns making her dizzy as she watched them. “Just get her somewhere safe…” Morrigan was still in a crumpled heap on the ground as the man she had assumed was a doctor gave orders to the other men who then entered her home and bought out large amounts of fabric she couldn’t identify, maybe sheets, maybe blankets, and began to lift Morrigan on to them. She heard them say that they would take her into the cottage just a way away, her home. She didn’t mind, in fact, she preferred it that way. She could watch over her in the coming days and know that she would be taken care of in the best way. Voices flowed over her like the water in the river only feet away from her but she could no longer focus on their conversations. Morri… Morri was safe.
Eyes unfocused, her mouth was just a little slack as she felt hands on her skin, rough and caring. She could smell the forest and adrenaline again and knew it was Kentaro. Her arms went around his neck and her eyes closed again. She was unable to keep them open any longer as the blood once again soaked through the bandage on her arm. It would stop bleeding soon and she would be fine in a few hours, though. “Kentaro…” A long moment passed between her words, slurred and as light as the wind. She had stayed strong enough to make sure her friend would be okay, but now, she felt as if she was fading into nothingness. “Kentaro, take me home. Be sure to thank.. Be sure to thank him for making sure I was okay..” Her hand made a fluttering motion toward Kadar and she was truly thankful for his appearance there. She would be sure to contact him again when she wasn’t dressed in sheets and bleeding. Her mind was consumed by the fog when she either fainted or fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. As the Elder faded away, the night continued on around her.
Kentaro must have brought her home, perhaps he kept watch over the two of them throughout the night. As the small clearing became clear again, the sun rose above Genil and it became another day tearing out of a horrific night. Things had happened here would change the lives of those trapped within a circle of actions ruled by someone, something else. The sun rose on blood-soaked dirt and the figures of three seeminly sleeping Elders in a broken cottage as life went on without crescendos and climaxes, one day merely fading into the next.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
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