quiet halls [p]
Feb 19, 2015 20:15:16 GMT -5
Post by `Gallows on Feb 19, 2015 20:15:16 GMT -5
The weather was thankfully mild today, a degree or two above freezing and this meant exploration time for young Corvus. He'd awoken his mother early, ushering her outside and motioning to the building in the distance with a curious expression. "Can we go there today?" He asked, still full of innocent curiosity. He'd already been to the graveyard multiple times, and had grown bored with the area, now gaining enough courage to ask about the asylum. Arae replied with a yes, although it was not without hesitation. The Dutch Shepherd mix hadn't returned to the actual asylum in years, but that didn't change the fact that the halls were etched into her head. With a small sigh, she lead the way to the front of the building.
The asylum stood in the distance, an intimidating structure for those no familiar to it. Arae's eyes looked over the building, slowly dragging her gaze along it while memories of the Legion moved through her head. Her silence was noticed by the pup, who looked to her with a look of worry. He'd only just heard of the Legion, as story time often consisted of tales of his grandfather. "What's wrong, ma?" He asked, slightly shivering. She seemed to snap out of her reminiscing, looking at her child with a soft smile. "Nothing, dear," She reassured him before continuing up to the stairs and into the doors. It smelled the same for the most part, but the lingering presence of others was also evident.
Corvus took the lead now, slowly moving through the dimly lit halls. Blood stained the walls and the floors, some old and some fresh. Arae narrowed her eyes at the newer stains, although thought nothing more of it. If anyone was here, they'd make their presence known at some point. "I grew up in these halls, your grandfather was the ruler of this area for quite sometime," She started off, although the Legion was turned into the Killjoys when she was a year and a half, she knew Charon held onto the lands for years before that. Memories here were fond, but bittersweet. This was the last place she had seen her mother before the legacy had left the city. "What was it like?" Corvus asked as he walked forward and peered into a few vacant rooms. "It was....an experience that's hard to put in words. Growing up with extreme expectations could be difficult at times, but living in the Legion was all I had known," She could not pretend that she wasn't born into a cruel and violent pack, or that wasn't cruel herself. She couldn't pretend to be a good person, not even for her son. She fondly recalled when she had Xerxes tear up his own daughter's face, oh her youthful days were something. She was about to speak again, but the strong yet familiar scent of another caused her to halt. "Stop," She ordered quickly, and Corvus followed, his nostrils flaring at the scent he couldn't place. Arae's bi-colored eyes sifted through the darkness, keen on locating the canine. It was family, but who?
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"arae speaks"
"corvus speaks"