Post by behlon on Sept 24, 2008 16:55:21 GMT -5
Stroll Through Stormwind
The silver crescent moon hung like a gleaming sickle amidst the myriad of twinkling stars. The air was still and cold, nearly lifeless. The night was cloudless and dark, silver rays from the moon unrestrained to its path illuminating the stone cold buildings of Stormwind.
Lanterns and patrolling night guards illuminated the roads further with their softly glowing light. Their armor clanking and their eyes swiveling groggily in their helmets as they studiously made their nightly rounds, most only half interested in their jobs.
A more solitary and slightly stealthier figure avoided the roads and concluded with a sideways glance at the night patrol that the narrow shadows of the alleys would fare him better.
Natural and man-made lights briefly illuminated him on occasion, as leather boots stirred the fetid water running its eventual way to the sewers. A dark green travels robe, more black than green, hid his figure and a hood his most of his face, sans occasionally the briefly illuminated scowl on the person’s face.
The person weaved in and out through the alleys, leaving the sanctity of their darkness only briefly to re-enter a new one. The lightless windows were its only companions the man’s, after all its shoulders were awfully broad to be a woman’s, cloak didn’t so much as whisper in the darkness, the only sound betraying him was the occasional splatter of water and fetid sewer water.
Cool but suspicious eyes swiveled as they analyzed ceaselessly. The man’s steps wouldn’t be considered hurried, but with a unceasing stride that carried him with a purposeful, and quiet, air about him.
Licter couldn’t take it anymore. The thought was a irritated flash across his mind, the same one thought days and days past, but regardless of his mindset he navigated the alleyways with a unconscious effort, his heart knew the course better than his mind did.
He had been without see or hearing from Najwa in a very long time. True part of it was his fault, he told her in his last letter to her some time ago, that he couldn’t risk contacting her and leading his pursuer to her. He was confident whoever was chasing him didn’t know where Najwa lived currently.
Licter was running for a long time. Running from what he didn’t know for certain. Now that he was safer in Stormwind, as if any place was safe, he laughed at the notion, it seemed ludicrous to him now that something was chasing him…Yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling.
Licter peeked over his shoulder, never breaking stride and fluidly splashing through the alleys. Finding nothing he directed his gaze back in front of him, berating himself for his foolish paranoia.
For a tick he was led to believe he was being pursued by Scarlet Crusaders that somehow remembered him, or suddenly cared enough to have him killed or brought back forcefully, but there was nothing to suggest it. The only thing that pursued him was his own paranoia, and the cold it seemed.
Hugging his cloak close to him and appearing as unimportant as possible he entered the street briefly to round the house and enter the other winding alley. Licter went deep into the alley, the cold walls and closed windows his only companions. In the middle of his way, he stopped.
He was shivering like mad, suddenly his teeth chattering against his will and his body shaking hard enough for his arms to fall off. Licter blew out a hot snort through his nose that misted in front of him. He was confused, and suddenly the months of paranoid hiding coming back into him at full force bulging and welling in his chest.
It wasn’t this cold a minute ago, it was cold enough to wear a warm cloak but not freezing cold. What the fel was going on here, had he missed it getting colder in the night some how?
The cold was sapping his body, greedily stealing his strength from him. He tried to take a step foreword but his leg quivered with the effort that suddenly seemed titanic in scope and landed on knee on the ground.
Licter brought a hand up to steady his head, suddenly feeling nauseous and unusually dizzy from the cold. He tried to stubbornly shake the feeling away and stand, but on unsteady and week legs he only feel back onto his knee.
He felt eyes on his back, and suddenly he knew he wasn’t simply being foolish when he thought someone was pursuing him those months, suddenly he knew the sensation of eyes on his back was real, and his pursuer was there.
He slowly turned his head and stared over his shoulder. Behind him led the way back into the street where he came from, back into the light of night guard and the lanterns hanging high. His foggy eyes made out a solitary figure blocking the way, blocking the light. Another light shone furiously back at him in stead.
Two blazing gold orbs, two magical eyes glared out at him from a dark and implacable silhouette. Dark, somehow hateful eyes; a glitter of light just above those eyes in the forehead, a shinning blue jewel.
The two stared each other down.
What happen next, no one knew or saw. The cold walls and closed windows bared silent testimony, and their lips were forever sealed.
The silver crescent moon hung like a gleaming sickle amidst the myriad of twinkling stars. The air was still and cold, nearly lifeless. The night was cloudless and dark, silver rays from the moon unrestrained to its path illuminating the stone cold buildings of Stormwind.
Lanterns and patrolling night guards illuminated the roads further with their softly glowing light. Their armor clanking and their eyes swiveling groggily in their helmets as they studiously made their nightly rounds, most only half interested in their jobs.
A more solitary and slightly stealthier figure avoided the roads and concluded with a sideways glance at the night patrol that the narrow shadows of the alleys would fare him better.
Natural and man-made lights briefly illuminated him on occasion, as leather boots stirred the fetid water running its eventual way to the sewers. A dark green travels robe, more black than green, hid his figure and a hood his most of his face, sans occasionally the briefly illuminated scowl on the person’s face.
The person weaved in and out through the alleys, leaving the sanctity of their darkness only briefly to re-enter a new one. The lightless windows were its only companions the man’s, after all its shoulders were awfully broad to be a woman’s, cloak didn’t so much as whisper in the darkness, the only sound betraying him was the occasional splatter of water and fetid sewer water.
Cool but suspicious eyes swiveled as they analyzed ceaselessly. The man’s steps wouldn’t be considered hurried, but with a unceasing stride that carried him with a purposeful, and quiet, air about him.
Licter couldn’t take it anymore. The thought was a irritated flash across his mind, the same one thought days and days past, but regardless of his mindset he navigated the alleyways with a unconscious effort, his heart knew the course better than his mind did.
He had been without see or hearing from Najwa in a very long time. True part of it was his fault, he told her in his last letter to her some time ago, that he couldn’t risk contacting her and leading his pursuer to her. He was confident whoever was chasing him didn’t know where Najwa lived currently.
Licter was running for a long time. Running from what he didn’t know for certain. Now that he was safer in Stormwind, as if any place was safe, he laughed at the notion, it seemed ludicrous to him now that something was chasing him…Yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling.
Licter peeked over his shoulder, never breaking stride and fluidly splashing through the alleys. Finding nothing he directed his gaze back in front of him, berating himself for his foolish paranoia.
For a tick he was led to believe he was being pursued by Scarlet Crusaders that somehow remembered him, or suddenly cared enough to have him killed or brought back forcefully, but there was nothing to suggest it. The only thing that pursued him was his own paranoia, and the cold it seemed.
Hugging his cloak close to him and appearing as unimportant as possible he entered the street briefly to round the house and enter the other winding alley. Licter went deep into the alley, the cold walls and closed windows his only companions. In the middle of his way, he stopped.
He was shivering like mad, suddenly his teeth chattering against his will and his body shaking hard enough for his arms to fall off. Licter blew out a hot snort through his nose that misted in front of him. He was confused, and suddenly the months of paranoid hiding coming back into him at full force bulging and welling in his chest.
It wasn’t this cold a minute ago, it was cold enough to wear a warm cloak but not freezing cold. What the fel was going on here, had he missed it getting colder in the night some how?
The cold was sapping his body, greedily stealing his strength from him. He tried to take a step foreword but his leg quivered with the effort that suddenly seemed titanic in scope and landed on knee on the ground.
Licter brought a hand up to steady his head, suddenly feeling nauseous and unusually dizzy from the cold. He tried to stubbornly shake the feeling away and stand, but on unsteady and week legs he only feel back onto his knee.
He felt eyes on his back, and suddenly he knew he wasn’t simply being foolish when he thought someone was pursuing him those months, suddenly he knew the sensation of eyes on his back was real, and his pursuer was there.
He slowly turned his head and stared over his shoulder. Behind him led the way back into the street where he came from, back into the light of night guard and the lanterns hanging high. His foggy eyes made out a solitary figure blocking the way, blocking the light. Another light shone furiously back at him in stead.
Two blazing gold orbs, two magical eyes glared out at him from a dark and implacable silhouette. Dark, somehow hateful eyes; a glitter of light just above those eyes in the forehead, a shinning blue jewel.
The two stared each other down.
What happen next, no one knew or saw. The cold walls and closed windows bared silent testimony, and their lips were forever sealed.
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