Taste these embers and ash

*Crucifix* · (This post was last modified: 04-10-2014, 05:11 PM by Crucifix.)

His steps against the earth where near soundless with an odd grace that belayed his large form. His passage down the mountain was done with a fluidity that brought him an appearance of flight as he glided past stones and barely brushed against their texture. So the sound of the stones as they skittered against touch would catch his attention. But Eyes, when they brushed against the cloak of night would find nothing. His gait would not slow, he held no worries for anything he might encounter. His brush with reality, his time as a rogue had brought him a sense of strength rather than the fear it installed in others.

When at last she did appear, emerging from the shadows like an apparition, a ghost dipped in blood he would still his movements before her as her words where offered forth. She bounded ever closer, and he got a true glimpse of her coat and realised that what he had taken for blood was a part of her. His eyes would rise in mild surprise as he took her in. ?Crucifix? he would offer forward at her demand, his lips upturning at the corners as he appraised her. ?Truly, is that your natural colour?? he would enquire, his nose touching the air before her, taking in her aroma, which was as strongly beautiful as her being.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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