Rymyn relished the moonlight. Its pale white glow illuminated the world in a way the sun never could. He shunned the light time and wore heavy goggles if ever he had to go out during the day. Cautious and quiet, he observed the relationships of the people and manipulated them as he liked.
There was no moonlight tonight, however. Instead a storm had rolled in off of the Unnamed Sea, bringing with it unseasonably cool winds and drenching rains. Rymyn had been minding his own business when he heard people arguing on the path near the old temple he had made his home.
Walking slowly, cautiously, quietly, he moved between the trees to get a better view. He saw two people standing in the rain butting heads. The male, obviously an obnoxious Light Goer, was tall and had darker skin and perfectly coifed hair. The female was shorter, her long hair hanging in a wet mess down her back and in her face. What caught Rymyn’s attention was her fair skin. It wasn’t as light as his own but it practically glowed when compared to the man who was berating her.
Rymyn moved closer to the path to get a better look at the intriguing female. The male had leaned in close and Rymyn could sense the tension rolling off of them both. He wondered for a moment if he’d wandered into some odd Light Goer mating ritual until the female pulled away with a disgusted look on her face. She said something that Rymyn couldn’t hear over the sound of the rain but stopped short when her eyes landed on his own.
“Dark Child,” her lips read. Rymyn was caught in a precipitous position; he could run off into the woods and leave the pair behind or he could step forward and accept the path that Ar had set before him.
“Fear resides and faith drives…” Rymyn said quietly to himself. With a deep breath he stepped forward, leaving the safety of the trees for the open path.
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Date: 2010-11-03 07:24 pm (UTC)There was no moonlight tonight, however. Instead a storm had rolled in off of the Unnamed Sea, bringing with it unseasonably cool winds and drenching rains. Rymyn had been minding his own business when he heard people arguing on the path near the old temple he had made his home.
Walking slowly, cautiously, quietly, he moved between the trees to get a better view. He saw two people standing in the rain butting heads. The male, obviously an obnoxious Light Goer, was tall and had darker skin and perfectly coifed hair. The female was shorter, her long hair hanging in a wet mess down her back and in her face. What caught Rymyn’s attention was her fair skin. It wasn’t as light as his own but it practically glowed when compared to the man who was berating her.
Rymyn moved closer to the path to get a better look at the intriguing female. The male had leaned in close and Rymyn could sense the tension rolling off of them both. He wondered for a moment if he’d wandered into some odd Light Goer mating ritual until the female pulled away with a disgusted look on her face. She said something that Rymyn couldn’t hear over the sound of the rain but stopped short when her eyes landed on his own.
“Dark Child,” her lips read. Rymyn was caught in a precipitous position; he could run off into the woods and leave the pair behind or he could step forward and accept the path that Ar had set before him.
“Fear resides and faith drives…” Rymyn said quietly to himself. With a deep breath he stepped forward, leaving the safety of the trees for the open path.