08-17-2008, 11:31 AM
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His hand lingered on a grave marker, fingers drifting carelessly across worn stone. It was strange how quickly the nature of a place could change, when one wasn't battling hallucinogenic drugs and fatigue brought about by days of stumbling through the ceaseless trees...the horrors, shadows and spinning rain were more peaceful, quiet, absent. The hollows were filled with light.
Grayson had returned to the cemetery to retrieve his belongings he had dropped just outside the border. In his pain filled brume he hadn't left them anywhere convenient or hidden. A possibility that they had been disturbed or no where to be found even...but he had to check. The gunmetal optime wasn't concerned. These things were trivial and could be replaced in the inner town which still reeked of human blood and tears.
Some days had passed since his coming, mostly spent meandering around the spot he'd chosen for himself above the vineyards. He still relied on the walking stick to limp around on two lean legs, a foot and calf left benumbed and dragging in the dust. This bothered him more than all the thoughts and facts that had rallied against him since his initiation into the ranks. Missing items, a war between strangers, Cassos' potential demise. He had never been so encumbered.
Leaving the marker, Gray leisurely limped over the forgotten burial sites and beneath the entreating dead-eyed stare of the Virgin Mary. A wolf had passed this way not too long ago, female and new. He found her soon enough, the spectacular creature folded among tree roots. He paused for just a second, silently admiring the halcyon blue femme without any real emotion on his face.
His hand lingered on a grave marker, fingers drifting carelessly across worn stone. It was strange how quickly the nature of a place could change, when one wasn't battling hallucinogenic drugs and fatigue brought about by days of stumbling through the ceaseless trees...the horrors, shadows and spinning rain were more peaceful, quiet, absent. The hollows were filled with light.
Grayson had returned to the cemetery to retrieve his belongings he had dropped just outside the border. In his pain filled brume he hadn't left them anywhere convenient or hidden. A possibility that they had been disturbed or no where to be found even...but he had to check. The gunmetal optime wasn't concerned. These things were trivial and could be replaced in the inner town which still reeked of human blood and tears.
Some days had passed since his coming, mostly spent meandering around the spot he'd chosen for himself above the vineyards. He still relied on the walking stick to limp around on two lean legs, a foot and calf left benumbed and dragging in the dust. This bothered him more than all the thoughts and facts that had rallied against him since his initiation into the ranks. Missing items, a war between strangers, Cassos' potential demise. He had never been so encumbered.
Leaving the marker, Gray leisurely limped over the forgotten burial sites and beneath the entreating dead-eyed stare of the Virgin Mary. A wolf had passed this way not too long ago, female and new. He found her soon enough, the spectacular creature folded among tree roots. He paused for just a second, silently admiring the halcyon blue femme without any real emotion on his face.