quiet nights seldom present their splendor to those living within the walls of haven, as guards in red run through streets & markets, hunting in vain for the escaped prisoner ; as metalheads scrape & claw at every entryway, begging for their desire of chaos to be granted. all this, the noise, the chaos, the violence has almost become nothing more than static noise for them. sound to fill the empty space & accompany thoughts -- or, distract from them.
they’re all so busy, running around like ants down there. they stay sat atop a building, staring down below with an almost fond smile. were they part of that, they wonder. the ever moving crowds of people, rushing from place to place ----
thoughts cut short quickly, left dangling where they’d never be picked from again, as the sound of boots against metal catch the creatures attention. so different from the norm, & so close... head lifts slightly, turning to glance behind them. a sight they should be frightened of, but all they do is smile.
“ i never expected the commander to pay me a visit himself. have you come to take me back, already? “
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