[AW] it tastes like a poem

[Tuolouse]

home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread

He had not been expecting to find another hint - he had not been expecting there to be actually any truth to the rumors he had heard. And yet there it had been, as plain as day, available for anyone with eyes to see.

It seemed his brief visit was turning into something of a hunt.

It made him feel like his brother, like the twin that was a wolf. His skin itched, his imagination making him shed his scales and trade his serpentine tongue for ivory claws. There was no outward transformation - his coat was still golden and soft and pale beneath the Terrastellan sky - but within, oh, how his thoughts had warped.

He had stopped only once, to roll himself in the field. Toulouse had shaken every last bit of sand from his body, had wiped himself clean of the desert smell. There would be too many questions had he not - questions like the swamp woman had, accusations that he did not belong here. So he convinced himself that he did, and so long as he beheld it as truth within his own mind, fact it would be.

Now he crept along the cliffs, his green eyes sharp and searching even as the riddle rolled through his mind.

Just like Juliet it’s morning again.
And lovers leap from the ward

He frowned. What did Juliet and lovers have to do with the search for Prudence? He wondered if he had to wait until the dawn for the next hint, and the thought crawled like snakes beneath his skin. 

The hint repeated itself, over and over and over again in his mind until the words flashed before his eyes and echoed through his lungs. 

Just as it divides sea and city.

The cliffs divided the court from the ocean - that part had been obvious. The salt breeze tugged at his mane as he faced the horizon, letting the breeze wash over him. 

And as he watched, he resigned himself to waiting for the next clue to reveal itself, pacing back and forth along the cliffs. 





@redandblack @anyone!
super rushed post

enfanir

[NPC Account]

The ocean roars and spits up foam as if in protest of the people who have flocked to its shores. The sand is dark and wet, and the wind is awfully loud, roaring forward like a lion. Those who are brave enough to follow the narrow, winding path that leads down to the beach from the edges of the bluffs, its steps cut awkwardly into the rock, will be among the lucky few to find the next clue.

There are many caves carved into the side of the cliffs. Some have been etched out by hands and tools, others by the beating of the waves and the song of the wind. Some are wide and shallow, some narrow and deep, but one in particular stands out for its crushingly narrow though obviously man-made entrance. If you squeeze inside, you’ll find that after a few meters it opens up into... 

A prison.

The dust and ash on the floor has been recently disturbed by two sets of hoofprints, leading out of the cave. Otherwise it lacks any sign of life. The air is stale and the bars of the cells have dwindled to the thinnest of pillars after years of erosion.

Written in some dark liquid on the inside of the last cell at the back of the cave is another message.

One great eye gazes out from the ocean.
Laid to waste by that which eats but has no mouth,
Always hungry, fed by those black of heart. 
Roman greensward west by south.

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