Post by Mouse on Oct 2, 2005 13:52:57 GMT -7
Homecoming.
Sunlight filtered down through the tufts of smoke still worming out of the blackened wood of the destroyed structure that was once a barn. The hay which he once slepton was softer, greyed, ashes.
Animals, dead, smelling of cooked meats and rotten flesh lay at peace amidst the smoldering fires that patrolled the earth for new materials to feed their dying glows on, the rest were beds of glowing red charcoal.
A Whole Village lie in ruins!
BarnCat stood, not a single thought in mind, in a state that made his undead self seem lively in comparison.
His breath was slow and shaky. His eyes fixed as his shield and sword dropped from weakened grips. He backed up in shock until he sat heavily on a relatively unburnt cart. It creaked with the weight of his armor, and his greif. Hard to beleive that even after all the harship and abuse he'd suffered here, he regretted it's passage. He surveyed more of the area.
The Townhouse was a black skeleton of its former self, breathing black air into the darkening sky, the smoke turned the setting sun a sickly orange-yellow, then a final bloody red before sinking below the horizon like blood on the soil of a battlefield.
So, it was now totally true, when they say you can never go home again... The prodigal son, the outcast from those who once lived here was the last of those who called this... home.
Foot steps. . . . .
coming closer . . . .
and the hooded figure/person whoever he saw in Ok'tan sat next to him on the cart.
Together they sat as the dying daylight was replaced by the glowing burnt ground. "Sigh, I had hoped it realy would'nt have come to this. I avoided this place for years. But I had to know, had to know if you were alive, if you were... happy."
BarnCat smild wryly and chuffed derisively. "Oh yes, I was very happy here. I was kept like any animal, like an embarassing secret, like as if my existance itself was a deliberate attempt to insult my family's bloodline."
The hooded figure stiffened. "YOU... I mean I don't think you could ever insult those who truly cared about you, those who have'nt, their loss was never having known you... like I have... never Understanding you... like I can."
BarnCat looked to his left at the person sitting there. "How do you seem to know so much? Why do you even care about these now dead strangers? How can you care any more than they who raised me from infancy?"
The hood was drawn back with one hooked claw. Oval yellow eyes peered out at him, on features that seemed a different reflection of his own. "A face only a mother could Love I beleive is the phrase,..Son."
Now Moonlight filtered down through black trees, shadows stretched along the ground covering dying embers, and no matter the tales, the histories, of things before, during and ever after. Time padded along on silent cat's paws, but in a Land where Chaos Ruled, in Shade, the darkness always kept hidden from the light of knowledge, the future.
Sunlight filtered down through the tufts of smoke still worming out of the blackened wood of the destroyed structure that was once a barn. The hay which he once slepton was softer, greyed, ashes.
Animals, dead, smelling of cooked meats and rotten flesh lay at peace amidst the smoldering fires that patrolled the earth for new materials to feed their dying glows on, the rest were beds of glowing red charcoal.
A Whole Village lie in ruins!
BarnCat stood, not a single thought in mind, in a state that made his undead self seem lively in comparison.
His breath was slow and shaky. His eyes fixed as his shield and sword dropped from weakened grips. He backed up in shock until he sat heavily on a relatively unburnt cart. It creaked with the weight of his armor, and his greif. Hard to beleive that even after all the harship and abuse he'd suffered here, he regretted it's passage. He surveyed more of the area.
The Townhouse was a black skeleton of its former self, breathing black air into the darkening sky, the smoke turned the setting sun a sickly orange-yellow, then a final bloody red before sinking below the horizon like blood on the soil of a battlefield.
So, it was now totally true, when they say you can never go home again... The prodigal son, the outcast from those who once lived here was the last of those who called this... home.
Foot steps. . . . .
coming closer . . . .
and the hooded figure/person whoever he saw in Ok'tan sat next to him on the cart.
Together they sat as the dying daylight was replaced by the glowing burnt ground. "Sigh, I had hoped it realy would'nt have come to this. I avoided this place for years. But I had to know, had to know if you were alive, if you were... happy."
BarnCat smild wryly and chuffed derisively. "Oh yes, I was very happy here. I was kept like any animal, like an embarassing secret, like as if my existance itself was a deliberate attempt to insult my family's bloodline."
The hooded figure stiffened. "YOU... I mean I don't think you could ever insult those who truly cared about you, those who have'nt, their loss was never having known you... like I have... never Understanding you... like I can."
BarnCat looked to his left at the person sitting there. "How do you seem to know so much? Why do you even care about these now dead strangers? How can you care any more than they who raised me from infancy?"
The hood was drawn back with one hooked claw. Oval yellow eyes peered out at him, on features that seemed a different reflection of his own. "A face only a mother could Love I beleive is the phrase,..Son."
Now Moonlight filtered down through black trees, shadows stretched along the ground covering dying embers, and no matter the tales, the histories, of things before, during and ever after. Time padded along on silent cat's paws, but in a Land where Chaos Ruled, in Shade, the darkness always kept hidden from the light of knowledge, the future.