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She'd be coming soon.
The eyes of the raven never told a lie. The black curtain of feathered sentinels that patrolled every corner of the region were his legion to command, and no flittering shadow could hope to hide from their inescapable gaze. Atop a boulder he sat, a lone stone centerpiece to what had once been a small fishing village built along the edge of a massive lake, now an empty shell. This had been his home for at least a month now: an experiment gone splendidly. The buildings that surrounded him, built from the same solid stone as his seat, showed incredible damage; chunks of rock taken out, holes dozed through the walls, roofs collapsed in on themselves. The scent of death was only overpowered by the stench of fish. One wouldn't think the man dressed in black, blind as death and pale as a ghost, would be capable of such destruction.
One would be correct. The being called Kor didn't make this mess, he'd just pointed the finger.
It was the loyal beasts of the surrounding forest that had vacated this village for him, bending to his will, to the might of an ever-increasing magical prowess that had long since extended from the avian and into the realm of mammal, reptile and amphibian. One step closer to his dream, to the goal he'd sought before he'd allowed himself to be corrupted by sentiment and emotion.
Beyond Master of Bird. Ever closer toward Master of All. Those vestiges of humanity who'd resisted? As the bears and hawks and snakes and alligators ravaged their home? They became food for the flock, meat for the pack. There was nothing left of them now, of course. Kor had appropriated the village and it's amenities for himself now. All that remained was their eyes, fashioned into a grotesque necklace and hanging from the pallor skin of his neck. That which the Gods sought to keep from him, he now took from others.
Even now, he could find the humor in irony.
Alas, though he'd purged himself of much of his humanity, his sentiment and affection, there remained one stubborn piece of his heart that remained red and human. One person he still felt the familiar twinge of desire for somewhere deep in the refuse that was his soul. Soleil Verdane. The strange sand-woman who'd shown him kindness, or her version of it, where none else ever had before. There were still times he felt the press of her fingertip on his chest, the single word she'd spoken to him.
"Friend."
Kor couldn't decide if he hated the sensation, or craved more of it. Either way, he needed to meet with her to figure that out. More than that, he needed to return to Soleil that piece of her he'd kept for all this time.
Had she even noticed it missing, he wondered?
Risen Soleil Verdane
The eyes of the raven never told a lie. The black curtain of feathered sentinels that patrolled every corner of the region were his legion to command, and no flittering shadow could hope to hide from their inescapable gaze. Atop a boulder he sat, a lone stone centerpiece to what had once been a small fishing village built along the edge of a massive lake, now an empty shell. This had been his home for at least a month now: an experiment gone splendidly. The buildings that surrounded him, built from the same solid stone as his seat, showed incredible damage; chunks of rock taken out, holes dozed through the walls, roofs collapsed in on themselves. The scent of death was only overpowered by the stench of fish. One wouldn't think the man dressed in black, blind as death and pale as a ghost, would be capable of such destruction.
One would be correct. The being called Kor didn't make this mess, he'd just pointed the finger.
It was the loyal beasts of the surrounding forest that had vacated this village for him, bending to his will, to the might of an ever-increasing magical prowess that had long since extended from the avian and into the realm of mammal, reptile and amphibian. One step closer to his dream, to the goal he'd sought before he'd allowed himself to be corrupted by sentiment and emotion.
Beyond Master of Bird. Ever closer toward Master of All. Those vestiges of humanity who'd resisted? As the bears and hawks and snakes and alligators ravaged their home? They became food for the flock, meat for the pack. There was nothing left of them now, of course. Kor had appropriated the village and it's amenities for himself now. All that remained was their eyes, fashioned into a grotesque necklace and hanging from the pallor skin of his neck. That which the Gods sought to keep from him, he now took from others.
Even now, he could find the humor in irony.
Alas, though he'd purged himself of much of his humanity, his sentiment and affection, there remained one stubborn piece of his heart that remained red and human. One person he still felt the familiar twinge of desire for somewhere deep in the refuse that was his soul. Soleil Verdane. The strange sand-woman who'd shown him kindness, or her version of it, where none else ever had before. There were still times he felt the press of her fingertip on his chest, the single word she'd spoken to him.
"Friend."
Kor couldn't decide if he hated the sensation, or craved more of it. Either way, he needed to meet with her to figure that out. More than that, he needed to return to Soleil that piece of her he'd kept for all this time.
Had she even noticed it missing, he wondered?
Risen Soleil Verdane
