OOC: Dream (001)
Blood.
It was raining blood. He raised his head to the sky, the red blood covering over his face and his outstretched arms. He cupped it in his hands, gathering the rain in them and bringing them to his lips, drinking down the sweet salty taste of it.
My god is a violent god.
He couldn't tell if he had thought it or said it, but he bowed to his knees. The rain was a blessing, and he let it wash over him as he knelt in the field of corpses. There was a symbol on the ground- a triangle inside of a circle, and he lowered his face to it, running his lips across the lines.
Jashin, bless me. I am yours.
It was an old prayer, and he said it over and over to himself as he rocked on his knees in the rain of blood.
It was raining blood. He raised his head to the sky, the red blood covering over his face and his outstretched arms. He cupped it in his hands, gathering the rain in them and bringing them to his lips, drinking down the sweet salty taste of it.
My god is a violent god.
He couldn't tell if he had thought it or said it, but he bowed to his knees. The rain was a blessing, and he let it wash over him as he knelt in the field of corpses. There was a symbol on the ground- a triangle inside of a circle, and he lowered his face to it, running his lips across the lines.
Jashin, bless me. I am yours.
It was an old prayer, and he said it over and over to himself as he rocked on his knees in the rain of blood.