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Cold and Chevalier [Open]

Discussion in 'Old City' started by Inan Alburex, Nov 25, 2016.

  1. It never fails. Whenever Inan took the time to read what was written a slip of paper in his hands, whether it would be on the road, or in the library – under rain or shine; within the light or now under the full moon on an empty street shrouded by fog – this letter will never fail to impress him. It really seemed to be pleasant on the outside of the ink. Death, destruction, and divine retribution against all who dared show any sign of arrogance. One might as well commit genocide if that were the case but if the Gods committed such an atrocity then who would alive to stroke their egos.

    Whether someone was human, God, or otherwise – pride, that stubborn black ooze will always swallow the very existence of anyone with free will. It was a basic fact of nature. Such a thought was simply a testament to the Void. So if he were to guess what the question might be, it wouldn’t have been whether he should or shouldn’t end the lives off all around him – methodically, decisively - without bias. It would be on what was the end the result after wasting all of that blood? For as far as the youth could see, the Void cannot be denied.

    Then again; on the off chance, maybe that won’t be the case; perhaps he will feel something new. That bright and fresh sensation could change him now into something that he really couldn’t help but be – no matter what he, or anybody else would say he should be. Now that was a scary thought. Beautiful thing about it all was that only time would be able to tell. For now, he needed some air, so he folded up the letter, and slipped it back into an envelope before he rose to his feet.

    Underneath an open pocket in his backpack was where the letter would rest, and his hoodie would go over his head; obscuring Inan’s face in shadow. Inan stood up and decided to continue his wandering around the Old City until something interesting warrants his interest. A delicate chirr of the wind tickled the black-heated youth’s ears. Like a mechanical doll losing its life, Inan began to slow his stride down until he eventually came to a screeching halt.