FAITH IS THE BULLET, HOPE IS THE GUN
02-21-2014, 10:31 AM
The man navigated the mountain paths nimbly. He had stumbled once, but recovered quickly. It was cold out there. Paws struck the terra rhythmically. When his eyes fell upon the mouth of a cave, he headed straight for it. He walked along, speeding up a little but still cautious, dying to get some shelter from the cold. He dived inside, a huge cavern. His eyes were instantly drawn to the paintings on the wall. They were not painted with any great skill, crude and rough. He was drawn in particular to a burning village. The two legged creatures in it were fleeing. The others depicted scenes of hunting, he did not pay as much attention to them. his orbs swept the cavern when they came to a rest upon the remains of what must have been the two legged creatures from the painting. The figures that were clearly the adult were clinging to the smaller figures. The babies. He felt a pang of sorrow. But they were long gone. Dead, for a very long time. He moved out of the cavern, not wanting to stay with the tortured souls that were trapped forever in the cavern. He found himself wandering the desolate corridors of the cavern. When he rounded a corridor his eyes met a woman. Jet black, with an ivory mask and bi-coloured optics. She was beautiful, but he didn't see any women in the same way since he had fallen for Kaala. She was also huge, towering over him. He wandered lazily over, hoping that she was not violent as she would destroy him in a fight. "Hello there miss." He stood calmly behind her, waiting for her to look behind her. "Talk." Think. |
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