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The Art Of Killing Demons - Windwalker - 02-06-2014
RE: The Art Of Killing Demons - Mermaid - 02-09-2014 LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
I am not sure why I’ve come back here. Despite its dazzling qualities this cave is by far the most unpleasant out of the whole network, in my opinion it is even worse than the pit. That total darkness at least has its uses. This place is good for nothing other than driving folk mad. I glare at the shimmering surface around me and my reflection within them, feeling an uncharacteristically sour mood setting in. I do not like looking at my reflection, I never have. Snorting in distaste I pull my eyes away and focus instead on the ground before me. Now I remember why I am here; because I wanted to go to the pit and I was being lazy. This route is simply faster assuming I manage not to get lost. I wonder if the blue one is still aimlessly wandering the crisscrossing trails in this place and if he might guide me out should I step wrong. I wonder if the fledgling bird I found in the pit is getting along alright. I wonder if Elsiyum is feeling more herself yet. I wonder if Lena might teach me a thing or two about healing. And in amongst all that wondering, as always when I am alone, I miss Alejandro dreadfully and I see my ghosts out of the corners of my eyes. Thinking myself alone I pay little attention to my surroundings, it is all just that dreadful crystal stuff anyway. I have rounded a bend and walked straight into a black wall of flesh before I realize how very wrong I was. My forehead comes solidly up against a warm flank and for a split second I stand still in confusion. Then it occurs to me that I ought to apologize. “Um, sorry… I didn’t expect anyone to be there...” Backing up slowly I go about changing course so as to continue on around him and only as an afterthought do I begin to wonder what this male is doing standing here with his rear in the middle of the path and his head pressed firmly against the smooth wall. WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION RE: The Art Of Killing Demons - Windwalker - 02-10-2014
RE: The Art Of Killing Demons - Mermaid - 03-01-2014 LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
I am paying very little attention to him. My dislike of these particular surroundings is overwhelming my normally warm and friendly demeanor to the point of rudeness. Of course he is blocking the road and thus making himself an obstacle to my progress, however unintentionally. My own dark eyes return his empty-eyed gaze for a moment only before I resume the task of getting around him. A task that I quickly find to be impossible. Even as small and slender as I am there is not enough room between his ample rear and the next nearest wall to allow my passage. With a defeated sigh I begin to back up assuming that I must now retrace my steps and find a different path. I resign myself to getting lost again as I only know one sure route through this irritating maze, that being the one this inconsiderate male is blocking. My sigh is followed by a grouchy snort and then all of a sudden the path is clear. He doesn’t bite he says… “Well neither do I!” I snap back at him, the irritation finally showing. “You are just… well... in the way… that’s all.” Completely out of sorts now I stamp on by muttering a huffy ”thank you” as I do. Out of the corner of my eye I note the red smear on the wall and a stride or so past him my curiosity wins out. Turning my head I glare back over my shoulder. “Why?” Even I am not entirely sure if I’m asking why he was bleeding himself on the wall, why he was blocking the road, or why he let me by… He does not deign to answer and so, after letting the silence drag out for a minute or two, I give a final derisive snort and turn my back on him for good. Well, for today at least... for all I know our paths will cross again. It is time to get out of this hideous maze. WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION |