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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN
Head titled backwards against the harsh rust colored wood, the eerie shadow of the mounted skull cascaded down upon her torso, shading her crimson gaze as she tucked her bangs out of the way. The plum colored dress stood out against the tan brush like dried blood, signaling her presence there among the borders. The cool autumn breeze wasn’t enough to wash away the nightmares she had had the last two nights, and even still they replayed over again in her mind. She wanted to push all thoughts away from those dreams. Those images had been so real, yet terrifying. If they were true…
She raised her palms, pressing them firmly against her skull, flattening her ears against her head and blocking out all sounds except for the dull pounding of her own blood. Squeezing her eyes closed as determined as she could, she blocked out those images. And when she blinked, they were gone. The only thing laid out ahead of her were the lands surrounding Inferni’s wasteland.
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indent The one thing about the Waste, Gabriel had found he had been right about, was that it was strategic. From where he was laying, half-asleep in the sun, he could see the majority of the northern border. He was worried about Faolin, who had once again seemed to vanish like a red ghost. Talitha was no better, and he half expected that the two of them had run off again. A shadow flickered over his face and he opened his eyes. Marlowe was circling around, as he often did, and following his route his eyes trailed down to the border, and to a bolt of red against the tall grass.
indent Puzzled, and unable to determine exactly what it was, Gabriel pushed himself up and made his way down the hill. As he neared, he realized the color was not fur, as he had hoped, but fabric. It belonged to a girl a little older then his own daughter, who seemed to be staring at the sky. “Are you all right?”
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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN
The breeze came and the long grass tickled her legs pulled tight against her chest. The hands she had let fall away from her head now clung to the edges of her dress, finding some comfort in the feeling of the cloth between her slender fingers. She wasn’t sure why she let these dreams, no nightmares, plague her so much. She supposed it was the possibility that perhaps they weren’t myth.
Startled, she turned, half expecting to see Anselm. In some ways, she was glad that it wasn’t. She had no idea who it was standing over her, but she offered a slow shake of her head in response, before looking back to the expanse of blue sky above them. "No," she muttered then, wishing that winter would arrive sooner. "Who’re you?" She asked, though without looking at the dog-like coloring of the Aquila.
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indent “Gabriel, the leader here,” he said, taking a seat in the grass. It had grown tall during the summer, and reached nearly to his chest in this form. That was another advantage to this place—they could vanish in broad daylight if they so chose. “I suppose my cousin accepted you, then.” Anselm had a knack for finding the stragglers, it seemed. Of course, Gabriel was often in and out of the territory, sometimes for political reasons, other times because he had the need and the desire to break away.
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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN
Gabriel. This was the guy that Corona had told her about, and had also been the one she had called for when she had decided to join Inferni. However, Anselm had happened upon her again and had been fairly helpful by showing her around the area. Studying Gabriel for a moment, Ryan concluded he had a commanding air about him. It wasn’t so much that he was threatening, but his presence next to her seemed almost fatherly. Like a good leader should, she supposed. "Anselm? Yeah." She turned a little, offering a small smile. "I’m Ryan de le Poer." Was that the first time she had used his surname? "Anselm’s daughter."
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indent That news was unexpected. Gabriel blinked, surprised, and studied the girl before him. Her coat pattern was similar to her father’s, but it was the eyes that gave it away. She had Anselm’s eyes, and eyes similar but not quite, as vibrant as Ahren’s. “Well, that’s interesting. I didn’t know he had any kids.” Rolling one shoulder back, he spared a glance to the tree-line and then back to the girl. “How long have you been here?”
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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN
She let a half laugh fall from her lips, "Neither did he." She didn’t hold that against him in any way though, and really, it didn’t matter. She was here in Inferni now and was no longer alone. That was good enough for her. A few months of settling in and she would be fine. She knew she would no longer feel the urges to move on and continue her nomadic way of life she had left behind. She was intent on making this home – develop pride in her clan. She just had to let herself fall into place first. "Only a few weeks. Probably about a month now. I’m still getting used to everything though."
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