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.
He pours off the bridge, quicksilver running. He had heard of the hearts that bled and the sounds they made as their words came to a heaving end. Raum has seen hearts that slowed to stop, he had seen how life slipped away behind liquid eyes that slowly grew white and pale, utterly empty.
But these hearts were gone, their ivy leaves too. Behind them yawned an idyll. It was a place of peace and beauty. Raum moves through it, a cursed and bloody monster in a place of beauty and tranquility.
Yet he knows better and above him flies a phoenix, its tail a contrail in the sky. The luminous eyes of birds watch him as he pass and the rustle of their wings hiss murderer, murderer. yet he does not blink and he does not slow. He does not think of the Solterran’s he saw with bones jutting and flesh pulled tight. To eat in Solterra is easy, you bend the knee.
Casually, he lowers his lips to the green grasses at his feet and oh, they taste sweet and magic upon his tongue.
STAFF EDIT***
@Raum has rolled a 2! He has been awarded +80 signos.
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
