voodoo child

He came from the south. Silver and unassuming in the distance. He moved at the pace of one who had long to travel, and had no plans of stopping. Each stride was powerful and forged out of precise consideration for what the future had in plan for him. Icarus Vonecci was a careful man, even if his actions in the past may not have indicated it. Perhaps the only evidence that he was a particularly careful man was that he still existed. Worms had not consumed his corpse yet, and his soul still rested easily on Mother Earth. Suddenly, imperceptibly, the silver knight lingered in the dark forest. His eyes gazed out at the foliage that hid him from view. The same thought that had nagged him before came around once more - would this place be his resting place?

But something tugged his attention away from his surroundings. His ears pulled forward, and his hackles rose a silver line of mountains down the tip of his spine. Someone lingered just out of reach in the surrounding darkness. Even Icarus wasn't entirely sure what it was that had tipped him off - was it the changing winds, the crack of leaves underfoot? Or was it purely intuition? It settled deep in the pit of his breast as he watched with flaming eyes the blackness that surrounded him. Night was a bitch of a mistress and was an unlucky time of the day for the mercenary. If there was even a semblance of light, he shone like a multifaceted diamond. Silver hairs shimmered and flashed in the moonlight as the man turned his body. The features of his colossal face wrinkled and deepened as a lethal row of teeth showed themselves to the outside world. It's impolite to follow someone. Or did your mother never teach you that?