I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter,
The tower that casts a shade
***
The tower that casts a shade
***
Raymond stood in the ancient gate's shadow with a look completely devoid of historical reverence in his stone-grey eye. Here before him towered the Confederate monument, the ode to tyrants and cowards upon whose back had been built dynasties of cringing curs. By these great doors a great distrust had infected the lands of Novus like a cancer, silent and insidious and hot in the hands of narcissistic tyrants.
He did not like walls, and it could not be blamed solely upon the wilder ways of Rendari clanspeople. Foreignness does not itself breed contempt.
Misery, however, does.
Ruth's massive clawed hand curled idly up as the red stallion studied the great edifice, her eyes following his like little jewels flashing with dim interest. Its construction was impressive even to her consideration, wrought with intricate designs and flanked by ravens carved with such care that their petrified feathers seemed poised to rustle with the slightest wind. The unseeing sentinels stared down at the space between the gate's open doors, welcoming and judging as befitted the heaviness of the heart passing between.
The gates themselves were more practical, reinforced against conventional siegecraft and wicked in their utilitarian oppressiveness. Where the ravens seemed content to judge with Anubis' impartiality, these held no such illusions of mercy. Raymond eyed them impassively, decisively, then flicked a glance toward the apocalypse engine above him.
Bring down the gates.
Ruth rasped her assent and swung one meaty paw at the nearest door. The earth trembled beneath his hooves and dust shuddered from the ravens' backs as the gate splintered; a second swipe separated the door from its ancient hinges and it buckled, crumbling beneath its own weight. The remaining door fell with similar ease, leaving only the pair of stone ravens perched atop the open passageway, silent witnesses to the end of an era.
No longer would Denocte hide behind walls, plotting and scheming and hissing like a nest of vipers. They would meet Novus with conviction and pride, and Novus would find them strong.
He did not like walls, and it could not be blamed solely upon the wilder ways of Rendari clanspeople. Foreignness does not itself breed contempt.
Misery, however, does.
Ruth's massive clawed hand curled idly up as the red stallion studied the great edifice, her eyes following his like little jewels flashing with dim interest. Its construction was impressive even to her consideration, wrought with intricate designs and flanked by ravens carved with such care that their petrified feathers seemed poised to rustle with the slightest wind. The unseeing sentinels stared down at the space between the gate's open doors, welcoming and judging as befitted the heaviness of the heart passing between.
The gates themselves were more practical, reinforced against conventional siegecraft and wicked in their utilitarian oppressiveness. Where the ravens seemed content to judge with Anubis' impartiality, these held no such illusions of mercy. Raymond eyed them impassively, decisively, then flicked a glance toward the apocalypse engine above him.
Bring down the gates.
Ruth rasped her assent and swung one meaty paw at the nearest door. The earth trembled beneath his hooves and dust shuddered from the ravens' backs as the gate splintered; a second swipe separated the door from its ancient hinges and it buckled, crumbling beneath its own weight. The remaining door fell with similar ease, leaving only the pair of stone ravens perched atop the open passageway, silent witnesses to the end of an era.
No longer would Denocte hide behind walls, plotting and scheming and hissing like a nest of vipers. They would meet Novus with conviction and pride, and Novus would find them strong.
***
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
A bit late sorry, set before the rebuild
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
