Resounding Silence
“The Brightest light casts the darkest shadow...”
Jess C. Scott
Suddenly it was all to bright, something gnawed at his chest and belly. He couldn’t handle the burning sensation, grasping hold of the first sound of a heart beat and it was as if nothing mattered when the sound of sinnew breaking reached his ears. In the same loud colors of red, purple and green he took one after another. It was a despicable thing to behold, such life torn away so simply and devoured just as quickly. Shadows soon snaked around the wooded area Linda had brought Vorain to for his return, enveloping the Lambs and another with these cold shadows. He growled low, turning as he heard a familiar voice calling to him and he knew...Knew this voice, the horns in the darkness. He would devour her as well if she was so keen to offer, moving his crimson eyes back to the feast of people to be had and as Linda had promised...Criminals. Not that Vorain would care or know as he was still raging within the storm.
He beckoned her closer to him, he wanted her flesh and blood as much as the rest. Though the whispers called to her, she halted a bit before him as blood pooled beneath his feet and he bit into the bones to be had. Necromantic energies briefly surged as he began to slow upon the last of the offerings from the Lamns and one from Haleth which Linda found odd. The cries of the souls being taken was soft but agonizing, soon he shuddered and he could focus on the still colorful world about him. Eyes trying to adjust to the brightness of this reality he had come back to inhabiting. Then he focused on her...Mary, she was here..
He struggled to recover his breathing, the whispers all about him and she was of all things relieved. They didn’t stay far apart for long, he took them down to the water so he could wash up and put on clean clothing. As he stepped in he stood within a pool of blood, a ring forming around him as he got close to finishing up. A bloodied halo, as if to signify his return at the cost of those who lived. Then he took from her...She didn’t stop him.
“mOrE! sHE gIvES aLL”
“Take as much as you can...Then let her be.”
Chaos and Justice seemed to push quietly within his mind...
He found himself happy to be returned, to not have to worry about his host being found and removed. He would have to keep his wits about him, make sure to do what he could to build his wall of course and care for those he cherished. His mind was where it needed to be though on the verge of apathy, he would get what he needed and wanted. It would simply take time, planning...He would be happy to observe for now, to listen and to watch.
He limped his way back into Stormwind, playing the role of Harris Raymoss, Uncle to Linda Raymoss. An apothecary, healer...Diviner. Injured from a duel! A sorry tale. He was even helped ‘home’ by Damian Aldridge, of which he gave nothing away to the man and was simply kind. Grateful even, behind closed doors he sat and pulled a book from his shelf and sat down at his desk writing. In truth he was angered with Aaron...No anger was putting it lightly, enraged...Wrathful. He blinked at the sound of a snap, he eyed the quill he had been using...It had been broken and so he set it down with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He was going to keep his thoughts to himself for now...let them all smile and scheme. How oblivious they would be, as he preferred...
@foxglovethings @thy-sleepless-vigil mentions!))