Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
The clack and scratch of Legion’s claws are loud in the silence following the volcanic eruption. The king and his beast cut a part through the crowd weaving their way slowly, warily along the bridge.
Some gaze in awe, others in fear, of each wonder a new mile of the bridge reveals. In black glass it holds them, rising as ribs to encase each horse who dares to cross its wicked bridge.
Slowly Raum moves along the bridge, feeling the seabreeze and the scent of ivy that grows stronger with every stride. Eyes of monsters peer up through the thin, thin glass but Raum has no fear to offer them. Yet it does not stop Legion sensing their gaze, crying with a loud roar and scraping his fangs in a bite across the hardened stone. Strings of poison pool in the wake of his sharp teeth. The sea-eyes heed the monster’s threat and sink into the deep.
Raum passes marble and pearl, timeless clocks and unfurling feather-flowers. Nothing is enough to stop him, not until he steps up before the wall of ivy. The breeze wraps itself around him, the hearts beat in parody of his own. He listens to their throb and with a dutiful claw, Legion rips and tramples a sprig from the vines. Heart-berries split beneath his talon, juice oozing out like blood.
STAFF EDIT***
@Raum has rolled a 3, and has been awarded +80 signos!
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
