He hadn’t gone back to Delumine after his fight with the smiling wolf. No, he had followed the wind, allowing it to guide him from behind, whispering in his ear as to which direction he should go.
North and east. The soft, gopher-hole-ridden dirt of the battlefields gave way to deep sand scorching his fetlocks, consuming his hooves. But the wind called him onwards: he would not allow the resistance of the sand to stop him. He wasn’t sure how long he walked before he saw the steeple of the Day Court rising from the dunes; heard the screams of a thousand people under siege. The city sprawled out across the desert sand, marked red not with sandstone. But with blood. Perhaps he sound have turned around then and returned to the wildflower fields of the Dawn Court, like any other sane man might do. But sense abandoned him, his fight response from mere hours earlier kicking back in and driving him forward, a streak of silver upon the golden desert sands. Aion saw the knife coming at him from the corner of his eye: he twisted and turned, both the weapon and the body holding it sailing past him by an inch. Hr wasted no time, delivering a forceful kick directly to his attacker’s ribs. The attack was clean, precise, focused: and he struck true. Bones gave way beneath his hooves, an audible crack! resounding through the air. But Aion did not smile. He stole the knife from his attacker’s teeth, brandishing it within his telekinetic grip, and continued on. He paid no mind to the bodies littering the ground—they were all lifeless and unmoving, their eyes dull and unseeing. He would be of no help to them now, to those who were already gone. But the dust had not yet settled up ahead, and it was there that the feathered man ventured. The ground ran red beneath his hooves, wet with blood and sloshing with every step. ’I hope not everyone has bled out already…’ Though he supposed if they had, his skills would be unneeded and he could leave this desert for good. But enough of that. @anyone who wants to play with this grump ”are you still talking?” |
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