#tenebraemagia

[faithfulfriar]

5 prayers answered

tenebraemagia | fuonno | sedexitium | wyvernmistress | candiescrushed 

"...With that, I end our correspondence. Thank you for your guidance, o great ones." Libra lifted his head from where it was bowed, a look of relief softening his already feminine features. Prayer was part of his daily routine; the solitude calmed what fears and worries plagued him, and his exchange with the gods always seemed to soothe any troubled thoughts he had.

Although holding special meaning for Libra, the act itself was routine, standard-- uremarkable altogether, if not for the unexpected guest he found before him. He bobbed his head in greeting, but did not take his knee from the floor just yet, forgetting himself.

"Ah, good day to you. Could it be you have come to pray as well?"

[fuonno]

tenebraemagia

On the floor of her tent, sizzling a slow-burning hole into the ground around her feet, a glass vial previously filled with some noxious concoction lay shattered and wasted, and all because those accursed--

"Crows!" She storms out of her tent only to be greeted by her prediction: a whole flock of crows circling around a short distance from her tent for who knows what reason-- ah, but there was only one person in camp who would know: Henry.

Never one for confrontations, Tharja fumes as she squints into the mass of pitch-dark feathers, trying to see if the offender was hidden among them. Already she has seven viable hexes planned out for his reveal.

[candiescrushed]

         The day was a typical one for Gaius, no scheduled battle nor important meetings in the barracks left him free to spend his time as he wished. That wish being the same as most 'off' days, a time to collect his favorite syrupy substance in the forest. Or at least that was the usual routine, today it seemed he was fated for something else. A quest for honey is cut short by the gathering of crows in the distance, barely in the ginger's view, "Huh?" He couldn't figure out exactly why they were swarming to that particular location. The only object with any sort of glimmer was his sword which remained in it's sheath. Green optics study the sight carefully, slowly drawing aforementioned blade with the intention of pursuing whatever was bringing the birds. Gaius creeped slowly toward the swirling black mass only to find that there was something without feathers lurking in the center, "Wait― This seems familiar, It's the Plegian. Harold? Hans? No, Henry, I think..."  Arms lower to his side, guard following.

          His new approach was just as slow, but far more casual. The thief stops just short of the fair haired male's position. "Hey, Chuckles, how do you manage to make such an entrance? More importantly, what're you doing way out here? You don't look like the type to collect honey, unless you're just here for the stings." He didn't know much about Henry but he knew his laughter echoed threw camp as if Gangrel himself had been reincarnated in the mage's far past insane mirth, earning his nickname for their rare interactions.