but I'm sure she was in hell

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 03:45 PM

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While the man, draped in mock gold and his strange cape of night and crimson chaos stars, didn’t lack general curiosity, he had spent minimal time exploring the world that embraced the northern part of Salsola. And now when he found himself caring for a crippled skeleton bird occupying his previously empty home, he found himself less inclined to wander off. He was accustomed to caring for himself only, and so his life had changed drastically, in that sense. But there was no regret within his hollow shell at the decision he so easily had come to the night where he had found his silvery songbird, whose voice seemed to have been taken from her by force. Appreciation seemed to be the prominent, lingering sensation, and he walked with a new, unfamiliar warmth nestled behind his chest, where the pulse was concentrated. Normally empty, the absence of cold within was strange indeed.

But there was a reason why pale feet carried him further north than he believed he had been before. The appearance of the land did not change much, but he didn’t know for certain where he was walking. A similar route had brought a Salsolan party to the strange Freetown, but he didn’t follow the same track today. Perhaps it would have been easier to request Pandemic to bring back the objects he sought, but the blonde Lykoi prince did not own valuables to purchase the items he desired. He wouldn’t know the usual price such things would go for either. It didn’t bother him to know that he would have to find the items himself; the fact that he was to go and gather them would bring more meaning to the finished product. He wasn’t certain of exactly what he sought either, but he would know when he found it. He could live long on the thought alone, and he was known to be an individual with nearly unlimited patience.

He didn’t know the name of the ruins he approached, man y hours after he had set out from Salsola. Crumbling buildings with gaping, accusatory eyes awaited, silent and judgemental. They were hollow shells of a destroyed race, he knew, but the feeling of being watched wasn’t easily overcome. There was no fear within the blonde, however, for what could he fear? Death would be a release, come it in any form. Or was it that simple anymore? The Salsolan man thought of she that had eyes in the colour of young summer skies, and wondered if he could readily face the end, knowing well that she awaited his return. The thought was.. not attractive the least, and offered a feeling he had difficulty placing. He realized that he wouldn’t have liked to perish without seeing her face again, though. How very strange.

Invisibly shrugging, the man continued into the ruined remains of the human empire. Dusk belonged to the future for many hours, still, and he had to make use of the remaining daylight. He sought gleaming treasure, for once. He stepped into the first building on the left, doorless and dark as the late evening once he was within. Fingers followed the left wall, keeping his sense of direction intact as he began to look through cupboards and wardrobes for the items he so suddenly had decided to desire.

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