[AW] an evolutionary inferior creature, governed by hormonal chaos

[Raum]

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.

 

They watched that ship come in, unwelcome and strange. Its presence was not welcome and at once Raum issued a unit to seize all upon the vessel.
 
It was a swift affair, each level of the boat scoured and a great many shackles bound tight. From his place upon the dock, Raum watched as each sailor stepped off the boat, their bound ankles clinking a song of injustice.
 
This night Raum is as black as night, he sinks into the shadows of the dock and his skin is as black as his mood. His eyes barely gleam, for they are as dark and endless as the space between stars.
 
These ports are closed. A captain of the Regime says, his voice a hiss. Raum says nothing but tilts his head to watch the crew of this strange boat. The crew says nothing at all, but the shuffle of feet, the rattle of chains laughing, is enough to know how unsettled they are. Yet their jaws are tight and their tongues heavy. No words slip past their lips upon questioning.
 
At the center of the line is a girl small and slim. She is made of fine shadows and glittering black sands caught beneath liquid moonlight. Her hair curls as raspberry wine pouring down her throat and hocks. Her eyes are bruised sunsets and bright violets. Every part of her reminds him of Denocte and at once he both despises and enjoys her.
 
The captain tries again to get answers, but Raum is already slipping forth from the darkness. He is liquid ink pooling across the docks and, though he looks nothing of himself, the sea of soldiers part for him. He moves to the girl, a hiss still upon her lips, and he thinks of Legion, who listens from the shadows still. Ah Raum longs to scent Denocte upon her skin, but there is nothing of the Night Court there and Raum both enjoys and despises her a little more.
 
He holds the girl within his gaze, tighter than the metal that binds her ankles. “What is your business here?” He murmurs at the girl his voice like midnight, his gaze the bright of the moon alighting her skin in silver.

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@Polyxena