In the beginning... - Formerly Persia, early 1900s
Sand churned beneath his hooves as he struggled up another momentous dune, the wind tugging his white robes, stained with dust and sweat and fur. Short-cropped black hair hid beneath the hood, secured over his head with one tanned hand...
And those who could truly see would observe a pair of wings, clasped tightly against his back, and perhaps the bull's tail that swept lightly along the sand behind him.
A lamasu who wished to remain unobserved in this new world might choose to fly only in deserted areas. A lamasu who wished to ride out his guilt wouldn't fly at all...
And might forget to take note of his surroundings...Even an unusually large shadow passing overhead...
And those who could truly see would observe a pair of wings, clasped tightly against his back, and perhaps the bull's tail that swept lightly along the sand behind him.
A lamasu who wished to remain unobserved in this new world might choose to fly only in deserted areas. A lamasu who wished to ride out his guilt wouldn't fly at all...
And might forget to take note of his surroundings...Even an unusually large shadow passing overhead...