Scint River
08-20-2017, 05:07 AM
S I D H R A
Sidhra’s experience with this Kaos was limited. She knew who he was, of course, after his last meeting. She’d heard the rumors of what he’d done from the Helovians. He claimed to be all that remained of the Gods of the Rift, but his behavior was strange. This behavior was strange. There was no significance to the pattern that this Kaos created in her own eyes, and it seemed like there was no familiarity to the others here either. Gentle murmurs of conversation flowed through the group, but the little blue fae’s gaze did not deviate from the diety.
Until the unspeakable, the unthinkable, happened. The dead were brought forth to the world of the living. The little fae had to stifle the gasp that threatened to tear itself from long-silent lips. She’d heard of such black magic before, heard of the cost of such things to mortals who tried. But to see it performed before her very eyes struck fear into her heart. This was a violation of the most sacred laws of life and death - upsetting the very balance of life that the fae valued so highly. She hadn’t even realized that she’d begun to step backwards and away from the scene. She truly could not even fathom that what she was seeing was real, and it most certainly tainted her perception of this Kaos. How could he be born of the Gods of the Rift? Even the most corrupt of the Gods knew that building a bridge between life and death was forbidden and dangerous.
Truthfully, Sidhra was ready to flee the scene of this horrific crime. That was until her ears flicked in the direction of singing, singing that helped calm the rising tide of panic in the little fae. Silver-white eyes identified the source of the singing as a bay unicorn, and Sidhra dipped her head in silent thanks. For it gave her the courage to hold fast on the banks of the river for a few more moments and see the situation through.
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