leviticus; open

[tiilyr]

His feet pressed against the ground in the simplest, most typical manner. There was nothing extraordinary about anything he did. The greater portion of his body was wrapped in some sort of cloth, thick fabric covering his body in preparation from the oncoming night and the winds that swept across the large and open plains. They reminded him of the deserts he used to walk. They were hot during the day, ravaged by the beating sun; and scathed by the cold winds at night, not a single tree standing proud enough to put up a real fight.

He stood, utterly silent, staring up at the sky from the slit for his eyes. The rest of his head and face was wrapped in a long piece of fabric, just like the desert rats to keep the sand and grime off of him when the winds whipped up, which they were bound to do. The heavens were clear for his observing, the sky a dark blue and the stars twinkling against it. He couldn’t help a laugh, shaking his head some as he began to walk again. Amazing how people could think there was nothing outside the country, much less beyond their own planet.

He was alone with his thoughts for the millionth time. Gabriel had spent thousands of years without much of anyone, only interluding into lives now and then and living like the drifter he was. He’d sat behind the thrones of kings and whispered in the ears of dragons… And now he was standing on the middle of a field with a bag over his shoulders, utterly along and useless to the world. He had insight and powers few would ever see or hear… Yet here was, walking like a thief through lands that screamed of murder. He swore he could feel the lost souls begging him to take them to the afterlife… like they could still sense that he’d been the angel of death.

He considered himself to be alone, not spotting anyone for leagues around him. It was a safe moment. Or so he thought. The winds were yet to come, leaving it unrealistically still on the plains. He slowly began to unwrap the layers from around him until he was left standing in breeches and his tunic. He folded everything, placing it all in a nice pile next to his bag. His tunic was pulled off over his head just as easily and joined the small pile. He let a deep breath fill his lungs and his eyes close. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the familiar attachments appear at his back, massive feathered wings shifting and aching to move. Hiding them was painful. He would walk with an ache between his shoulder blades, like his wings had been severed. He only felt whole with them rightfully on his back. As always, his skin seemed like it had a dull glow from the inside.

It wasn’t long before he was taking running steps and leaping into the air, massive wings unfurling and catching the air. A powerful flap had him propelled upward and soon his was soaring in the air he’d come to love. He was careful not to spend too long in the skies. After he felt stretched and his spirit was lifted, he returned to the ground, landing gracefully on his feet while the wind captured in his wings filled the air around him with dust and dirt. It was then that he felt eyes on him.

[Emma]

As the sun disappeared beneath the unbroken western horizon, I began to prowl the shadows of darkness once more.

The trip on foot from Carvala to Ceunon would be a lengthy journey, and one that most people would not opt to take. A ferry on the North Sea between the two cities would be the most viable method of transport, some exasperated travellers had told me back in Carvala, or at least a horse for traversing the maddening emptiness of the Silent Plains. I was a creature of the earth, however, not of sea voyages, and horses could not defend themselves, be stealthy, or even move particularly quickly for long periods of time. Taking one along would be wasteful, and I would stink of animal for days on end. No, I was very adamant in my decision to simply walk the intervening distance. I found exceptionally rare peace in silence, and unmitigated bliss in being alone.

For now, I was truly in the area of the Silent Plains that had given the area its handle. The Valley of the Crown, which had disappeared in the distance behind me the night before, and the areas around Du Weldenvarden and Isenstar Lake especially were lined with fragments of settlements and decaying siege engines. Here, there was simply nothing. Stalks of yellow grass defiantly suck out amid the light snow underfoot, bending over double in the occasional blasts of icy wind. Even in the despicable cold of winter, I always slept at day and travelled by night. I avoided the occasional roving band of slavers, and sunlight glancing off the snow was the fastest way to damage my eyesight. With nothing but wind and starlight around me, I made good time.

The Riders would probably want me back in Ilirea. They considered the events of the Gala a disaster, and they probably had the entire Citadel up in a panic. After the rather amusing, but sobering events of that night, I did not doubt that change was coming to the world, to the Riders especially, and I would unfailingly be there when it did. But for now, I would not miss the opportunity to visit my aunts in Ceunon. I had never met them before, not even as a child, only seen them from a distance, but my mother had spoken of them endlessly when I was still living with her in that crumbling shack in the middle of the freezing Spine. I was interested in meeting my kin, although with every step I took, I grew more unsettled with the idea. How would they take to me?

As I marched over the millionth undulation in the ground, I saw a figure in the sky. It was far away, and winged, but not quite a bird, and not a dragon either. I stopped short, gazing up at the thing. It was getting larger, probably descending, but didn’t appear to have noticed me. I dropped to the snow, peering over the tiny rise. The person was wrapped in thick cloth, even their face, and from this distance I couldn’t even distinguish what gender they were. But what was impossible to miss were the enormous, feathery grey wings on the figure’s back. I hunted for any telltale black magic, but sensed none. As the figure landed, much closer than I thought they would, they paused. Very slowly, they turned to look in my direction. It would appear that I had been found out.

As there was no longer any point in hiding myself, I stood. I was dressed in a thick, form-fitting cloak that reached the ground, and the large sleeves were very long as well. I was all in black save for a silver necklace hanging around my throat, set with onyx that stored reserves of energy within. My hood was pulled very far up on my head, so that only my mouth and chin were not hidden in shadow. I turned the edge of my lips up into a smile at the mysterious figure. They had been painted black, and were a stark contrast against my ivory skin. My arms hung at my sides, so that I did not appear threatening. I carried nothing with me but a dyed leather satchel that hung on my shoulder.

“There is no need for alarm; I was merely intrigued by your aerial feats. I assure you that I am a simple traveller, like yourself.” I paused, turning my head just slightly to the left. “But looks, of course, can be deceiving.”

Character(s) Used;; Laioni
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