Jan 20, 2016
✺ . @wiildspeaker
Ages. It’s been ages.
That’s the lie he tells himself when he walks the aeons, drifting in and out of planes until the path ends. He is stumbling, a speck of civilization in the rotting husk of a forest once green. Shaking fingers steady himself against the gnarled corpse of a tree. Blue eyes take in his surroundings and he feels the weight of watchful eyes reminding him that in this world he is the prey.
Jace is too exhausted to be terrified.
The sound of thundering beasts draws his attention elsewhere and his steps falter once more, driving him down, to fall into the ferns and stare up at the omnious silhouette looming above him.
A shaking breath slips free, brows drawn taut.
“...Garruk.”