skeleton crew

Larkspur D'Angelo · 09-27-2011, 10:47 AM

[html]

pray to your god, open your heart

That was the main difference between them, then. Larkspur had known fear from higher powers and thus bowed his head when a dominant personality proved worthy. Without the chain of faith, Sirius had learned absolute freedom. He answered to no one, was responsible for his own actions, and knew that no retribution could come from a higher power. Larkspur knew; he knew the dangers of faith. It was carved on his arms, in the archaic language of the old gods and the old ways.

Vaulting was not something that the large male was really capable of with his size. He climbed over with a few well placed steps, and landed with a heavy thud. The Arbiter leaned against the fence, his height enough that he was able to almost sit on the wooden thing. Their main pasture, the one with leather woven links to keep the sheep in, was behind the circular training ring he had constructed over the summer. His eyes gleamed with a hellish light, betraying the emotion and the religious weight he had put on “dealing” with the thing that he had never considered a child.

“Yes,” he said strongly, not fearing any earthly retribution. “I am sorry you were not told. It was a shame on my family that could not be avoided.” Eris had damned them; she was lucky Tak had not taken more. He had left his mark on the remaining children, regardless. They would face the night with fear in their hearts.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?