Sanctuary

Alister Callow · 08-06-2012, 03:43 PM

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OOC: Tremendous thanks to Bria for salvaging almost the entire thread WC: 542

The day was overcast and mild, but Alister wasn’t much for rain. He lifted the hood of his dismally threadbare traveling cloak and his hazel eyes roamed the city for suitable shelter. He’d scavenged what he could from the human’s ruins in the days past. Finding that the city was vast, and there were so many places to explore. He felt at home in the abandoned structures, though the older ones were in various stages of decay, some entirely crumbled into rubble, but there were some structures that remained intact. His pack felt much heavier for it and he clutched between forefinger and thumb a golden coin. It was dull, with a human woman’s face etched into its front, along with a fowl on the back. He found it intriguing, as he did many human artifacts, so he’d kept it along with various other treasures. Idle fingers rubbed the coin between them as thunder echoed above.

Satchel in tow, longsword and dagger belted at his hip, the Callow man spotted an abandoned church overlooking what was once a quaint city street. The asphalt was in a bad state, grass and weeds riddled through the cracks, and every once in a while a flower would peek through with vibrant petals of pink or purple. He gazed at the beauty of them, life springing from death. One of life’s little ironies. The human kingdoms had once been so expansive to have claimed all the continents, leaving nothing unexplored, nothing unconquered. And they had vanished just as quickly, leaving all of…this.

His feet planted themselves on the threshold and he gazed up in awe of the tall spires piercing the sky above. The great doors hung from their hinges, and he pushed his way in just as the rain began to fall. The inside was a grim sight, merely a shadow of what it had been, but it was far better than outside. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing cobwebbed alcoves and tall candle stands of what looked to be gold. The wolf/dog wondered what it must have been like in the times of the humans. Jiva and Fayne’s warnings had been on his mind lately, and though he enjoyed battle, he’d rather avoid it, so he’d heeded their advice and kept a low profile. He was happy, though that he’d been able to help them. He’d taught Jiva a bit about using a blade.

He was spared the task of hunting down wood for a fire, observing the many toppled planks and pews fallen into disrepair. It was surprising he hadn’t found anyone else holed up in the church walls. The building was large and in a decent enough state, was in desperate need of a cleaning, but there were four walls and a roof, that had to count for something. It was enough to keep a man dry anyway. He heaped the planks into a cracked section of the floor and sat himself before it and set it alight. With the flames crackling before him he gazed at the depictions upon the walls. He did not consider himself especially religious, but there was an air of divinity here and he dipped his head in reverence a moment, reflecting on his life.

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