Sparkpowder 62 Share Posted July 9, 2023 Lost with Time An empty manor perches in Helious, appearing void of any soul thriving from within. Occasionally, through the apertures, a figure can be observed with sullied hair. He can be perceived as a man who held capability within his digits, but never noticed how to manipulate it. Klaus paces unattended in his quarters. His survey draws to the window to the outside, sneaking in, as the outside dances with the breeze. Everything he knew transformed, it was expected. Almaris finally evacuated and the entirety of the continent made their way to Aevos, precious family and friends had passed. Now, Klaus was all to himself. The sounds of the ocean splash against the coast, the liquid drawing up and heaving back out in seconds. Seagulls swarm the waters, cawing to their delight: another wave, another whack against the shore. Klaus had begun to sense that this world wasn’t for him. Society was too cunning and swift, or maybe the fellow was a coward. A coward that hides at the thought of unpredictability.He brings himself to his feet, treads down the staircase and absent-mindedly gazes at the portraits of other red-haired folks. Their features and purpose served no importance. Every single one of them had forgotten about him. Klaus grasps his red overcoat, lobbing it over his shoulders and slithering his appendages into the sleeves. A rowboat tied to a post neighboring the docks remains idle. The bloke trudges to the familiarity, the sea. Klaus climbs into this ship, uncoiling the cords and seizing hold of its oars. He begins to row, setting out on a sentimental journey. Just as the world had turned its back on him, he turned his back on the world. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josif 442 Share Posted July 9, 2023 Cassio Bishop welcomes his son to the seven skies with open arms "Ist gutte to see du again mein boy." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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