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11-02-2015, 07:05 PM
the indigo priest
The Priest stands, still as stone, in the midst of the swaying summer grass. His face, as it always does, has a grim cast to it and with his pupil-less eyes shifting like molten metal he is an imposing and otherworldly sight. If any could see the inside of his mind, however, they would know that he poses little threat to anyone. In his head, his heart, there spans a vast emptiness where the voices of his lost gods had been, without them filling him, guiding him, the grown stallion was more unsure that a suckling colt that had lost its mother. Directionless, purposeless, he felt like a limb that had been torn from its body, a leaf floating on in an ocean so far from its tree. It was even strange to feel at all. In the Rift, in the ranks of his order, he had been akin to a machine. The voices of the gods in his head would give the orders and her would follow them. Without thought, without hesitation, and (more often than not, considering the multitude of wild and heedless beings that had ruled him and his kind) he had followed those order without conscience. His last act before being ripped from his own world might seem gallant, might seem right, but it had only been an order, just like all the rest. Save the pale priestess the gods had said, and he had, just before they had been thrown together to this place that the Burning One had called Helovia. When the fighting had broken out in the salt flats, he had clung to the continuation of this last order and ushered the blind mare away from the fighting. They had come to the edge of the meadow before he had been sure that they were alone, that they were safe, and that was where he had stopped. ‘What now?’ The question echoes in the vast emptiness on his mind and he waits for an answer that will not come from any other. It must come from him, but as as long as the Priest could remember, there had never been a him that existed independently of his gods, and his gods were gone. but this is your heart
can you feel it? can you feel it? |
@Naja
