second dream -- Through the glass, not so darkly. ///
[The city below is eerily silent. Dead for the most part. Here and there bodies lay where they've fallen; man, woman and child. It makes no difference - they've been slaughtered - mercifully it was a quick kill each time. A figure in a dark cloak walks the rooftops in what could be called a slummish area, looking down indifferently. None of this matters - not really. He's spared one or two - told them to run and not looked back. He doesn't know, or care if they survived. That's a lie though. Somewhere, he still cares.
The hood's drawn up all the way, shadowing most if not all of his face. Very little can be seen under the cloak, but what can be seen suggests a body suit of some kind and dark red boots. In his hand's a sword, the hilt emblazoned with a phoenix; the blade pure silver, but stained with blood. His other hand - gloved in red and black with a gold chain and feather charm around the wrist, is at his mouth - he's licking the blood off it much like a cat would milk. then it falls back under the cloak as he looks up. He doesn't seem to notice that there's not a single thing in the sky. No moon, no stars... not even a cloud... It's just inky darkness.]
Time to move on, I guess... [His voice is oddly like that of a child, but with a dark undertone that taints whatever innocence this creature still has.
And then he looks back down and keeps on his way. He can't glaze at the sky forever, as much as he wants. He has orders to fill before the day begins.]
{{OOC: You can choose to play along with dream or not, but please let me know if you want a good ending [character gets away] or bad ending [death - because unn.. those were his orders...]. Cookies if you get the reffs before I fully reveal what this Ven is.. 8D}}
The hood's drawn up all the way, shadowing most if not all of his face. Very little can be seen under the cloak, but what can be seen suggests a body suit of some kind and dark red boots. In his hand's a sword, the hilt emblazoned with a phoenix; the blade pure silver, but stained with blood. His other hand - gloved in red and black with a gold chain and feather charm around the wrist, is at his mouth - he's licking the blood off it much like a cat would milk. then it falls back under the cloak as he looks up. He doesn't seem to notice that there's not a single thing in the sky. No moon, no stars... not even a cloud... It's just inky darkness.]
Time to move on, I guess... [His voice is oddly like that of a child, but with a dark undertone that taints whatever innocence this creature still has.
And then he looks back down and keeps on his way. He can't glaze at the sky forever, as much as he wants. He has orders to fill before the day begins.]
{{OOC: You can choose to play along with dream or not, but please let me know if you want a good ending [character gets away] or bad ending [death - because unn.. those were his orders...]. Cookies if you get the reffs before I fully reveal what this Ven is.. 8D}}