Halyven
07-14-2018, 05:55 PM
Virga... You follow. From a distance today: dark eyes studying the pale ruins as Savera creeps ahead. Blessedly, she hugs the ground. Your own short, ugly wings cling to your sides, small and malformed, and the well-hewn muscle under them is grateful for the rest. You could be fitter; you could always be fitter. Better the image of your father's son. Your grandmother's grandson. You don't recognize this place. It didn't come from Helovia. It is, instead, something new, and also something ugly. You smell others here, their presence a constant assault, and so you walk a little more carefully than you often do. Could it be a herd? A herd here in the Rift? The thought excites you a little. Angers you a little. Natives? Fellow refugees? You don't know who you hate more, when you think about it. The conquerors or those who quailed before them. Up ahead: the sound of Savera's voice. You allowed her out of your sight, and now she's doing something. Alarm prickles in your brain, kicks your limbs into motion. A brisk trot brings you up behind her, your expression sullen as usual, alarm buried deep behind the fathomless blackness of your eyes. But it surfaces, it does, the moment you lay eyes on — fuck, whatever that is. "Savera!" Your voice a bark, deep and resonant. "Don't touch that." You slow to stand next to her and your face twists into a scowl (moreso than usual) as you eye the ( "Are you sick?" you demand, as if she lured your sister here knowingly to infect her. As if the existence of contagion is an insult to you, personally, and you need it to apologize before you snuff it out. light shines brighter in the dark |
@Eira @Savera
ooc// He will.... probably calm down.
