[P] Alte Füchse gehen schwer in die Falle [CALLIOPE]

[Turhan]

“ bone to rune ”

Her words coursed through his body and consciousness like strobes of electricity. It was not strong enough to kill, just to hurt him, and he couldn't help the tired feelings which flooded him as soon as Calliope turned to leave. He had nothing left to say to her so he did not call out to the fading figure. Instead he listened to her go quietly, peacefully (if such a word could be used, even). And curiously enough, the storm had lessened in its severity. No longer was the thunder deafening the old man's ears. No longer was the lightning electrifying his blood, his spirit,


He wished he could have imparted some wisdom on her, for all of the things that he had seen he felt she might know and appreciate it, but her heart was closed. Her mind was mad. And her body was no longer just a body to feel warmth and to return it, it was a weapon. He had killed them all, every last member -- and terribly enough -- the generations that followed who were exposed to it. He was both proud and saddened by how his youthful vigor was lost, but neither of those feelings would affect him today - for yesterday did not matter anymore now that it had passed. Turhan waited for the last of the coals to stop hissing before he too packed himself up, and returned to whatever darkest reaches he had emerged from, now naked without his paints with half his braids washed out. The newest infliction on his neck would serve as a reminder to him - that not all who is lost can be found.


Calliope had been one of the few he now knew of.

T U R H A N
skull to dust

@Calliope Indeed! <3!