rapusodosu.
It was a lot harder to blend in here than she ever thought it would be.
Between the blaring of vehicular horns or the scorching heat of the sun,
the embodiment of strife found little more comfort in the shade or quiet.
Some carried pistols strapped to their legs, other adventurers carried blades
tethered to their side of back– she’d seen plenty of shops on her way around
the city, searching and detecting for any signs of microscopic ENVY. For a life
made worthless by the crumbling of an empire. A seed wanting to germinate
from the inner confines of a shell was a beautiful thing, especially when that
seed would grow to a tree that could block out the light from so many lives.
Perhaps she was morbid, perhaps she was MAD, but long strides and a weary
mind carried her into the greying part of a dusty city where children no longer
played.
Thick on the air was the scent of poison, perhaps not hemlock or wolfsbane ( to
her dissatisfaction, in fact ) but something as pungent and grotesque as radioactive
waste. She felt a pulsating from within fallen slab and broken glass, her body
maneuvering through tight spaces and dark areas to feel the light of the sun again.
The earth here was gray and dead, like the dust and sand on the shores of the River
Styx. It reminded her of the halls where here uncle commanded the dead, of the
great hound that guarded his gates and destroyed intruders where they stood so
proudly.
In a small clearing she knelt, palm exposed to the dead earth
to smooth out the rocky ground below her. Her feet had carried
her this far, through the city and droves of illiterate imbeciles that
would sooner rape the world than see it restored. It was beneath
her skin that she felt it, pulsating and gyrating in the patch of dirt.
A brown tip tickled against the flat side of her hand, rising steadily
with many a thorn. It grew to a mere inch before she paused, head
jerking to one side.
Someone was there.
She fucking knew it.
“ …See something you like? ”