Forgotten

[MamaBearJade 2090]

A strange sight would be seen along the main roads. A disheveled young human would be seen. Her long golden hair matted and unkempt as if she had not seen a brush. Her bright turquoise eyes flickering along the road as she looked inside various homes and bakeries. He had to be there. She had to find him. Black hair. Black hair. Her eyes catch sights of a woman with red hair and she tenses. A stileto attached to her hip, ready for her to grab. No, not her, not her.

 

Movement within the deathsbane inn would distracted the tense woman as her eyes would fall on the lean figure inside. Papa. The words ring through her mind as the sounds of laughter throw her into a fit. She turns and bolts down the street before the man could even see her. A flash of torn pink and white would all that would be sighted as she skirts around the edge of the nearby pizzaria. 

 

All that would be left at the inn was an old arm band with some paper on it, a pair of elven ears old and rotted, and a single dead bird.

 

I am home papa. I am coming home.

[CommunistSpy 441]

August continues his janitorial duties, mopping up a pool of blood from one of the many fights. He notices the arm band and paper, looking around for the person who left it. He then sees the ears and dead bird, growling in anger. 

 

​"This is gross! Have you no sense of hygiene?"

 

He grunts, tossing the ears and bird in the 'free items' bin for someone to take.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Marvin tilts his head but doesn't say anything, letting what he believes is another vagrant pass him.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol glances at the ears, and smirks "Anotheh killeh it seems 'as appeared."

 

Then he grumbles "Tuw maneh appearin'. Tuw maneh insane elves goin' 'round."

[Netphreak 510]

A hooded creature does stare down from a raised tree top, slow burning green spectral flames where his eyes should be... He watch the running one, taking in the figure's physique and wondering why it was this person was running for..

 

He slowly looks back to where she came, seeing not but a simple Inn, perhaps a few folks within... The hooded figure brings a gloved hand to his bone like chin, squinting the spectral flames for eyes, before emitting a voice of his past life,

 

"How interesting... Usually people run /toward/ the Inn to drink away their pains and sins... Perhaps this person must be unforgivable to itself..." The hooded one slowly raises to his feet, chuckling slightly, before descending to the ground with a feathers touch.

 

"Seek what ye run from... Perhaps then you'll find life worth living..." He slowly turns around, walking South as his robes part slightly from the chilly wind, slowly... Walking into the dense forest of which he came to vanish into veil of the trees shadows.

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.