No Sanctuary [o]
Mar 3, 2015 15:56:18 GMT -5
Post by »Vexation on Mar 3, 2015 15:56:18 GMT -5
The city hadn't changed, as stone and iron rarely does when not tampered by hands capable of shaping them. The structures loomed, dulled and broken by years of neglect by their human creators. She passed them slowly, eyes traveling across smashed windows with glass still clinging to the frames like broken teeth, to crooked doors hanging from hinges. Some doorways were void, with the shrouds of the interior visible from the street, hiding what lay beyond. The darkness called to her, whispering promises of safety and comfort, but the sun was westering and would soon sink below the horizon. Dark would fall quick enough.
She felt exposed on the street. Not because she was visible, but because she was visible there. Cascaro held memories for her, few of them good, and she did not have high hopes of the reception she might receive were she to run into someone she knew. Her heart thumped faster than normal inside her ribcage as an image flashed into her mind, a black body moving in, white teeth lowering to her face. She frowned, scar tissue pulling in familiar discomfort and picked up the pace, shoving the memory roughly away from the forefront of her thoughts.
She veered into the space between two buildings, the sound of cascading water drawing her into the little patch of paradise in a city of corruption. Short spring grass brushed her paws even as pokey weeds scraped her legs. Pleasure and pain was, as ever, entwined. Stepping up to the lowest pool of water she paused, catching sight of her disfigured reflection and meeting her own gaze. "What are you doing?" she murmured to herself, the skin at her shoulders twitching as if under the gaze of hidden eyes. But to her reason of returning, her reflection had no answer.