Mystery of the Cross
04-08-2014, 11:10 PM
His tone would call out to the lands. Hauntingly beautiful, it seemed as if the birds themselves had silenced their own songs to listen. Jinxx would not stop, not until his notes brought back something worth stopping for. He was desperate to find those of his kind, the ones who bore the cross. His brothers and sisters, his Father. His aunts and uncles, perhaps even his grandparents if they were still alive. But alas, it was only he atop this desolate land. His song soaring in the air for all to hear, hoping...praying...that one of his own would answer his prayer. He had not seen the newcomer approach, had not noticed the ascendance of the unknown ghost as he made his way towards him. "Brother?" It wasn't until Jinxx's audits shifted at the sound of a voice, that his melody would cease in a quick snap of his jaws. Head slowly turning to gaze at the unknown stranger, oceanic blue optics taking in the form of the stranger who stood nearby. At first, he did not believe what he was seeing. And gradually, eyes would widen in confusion as his eyes remained glued to the Cross on the behemoths side before tracing back to his face. It was someone he had never seen nor met before...and yet, he bore the family symbol. Motionless, not due to fear nor anger, he stood. Heart seemingly stopping in its tracks as he stared at the nameless one. "Brother...? Who...who are you?" He would question the other, reserved yet slightly bewildered tones lingering upon the end of his tongue. Who was this man, and why was he calling him brother? More so...why did he bear resemblance to his mother? Could it be that this was the long lost brother he had never had a chance to meet? Or was he staring face to face with a ghost? "Speech", Thought, "You" |