It was cold.
Of course, the home-but-not-home-shrine had always been so. But it this was a different cold. Normally drops in temperature did not faze Flynn'Delmar, being as he grew up deep underground. He was well-used to what some surface dwellers would call 'less than ideal' environments. Namely, cold, dark, damp. But this cold...this cold had something more to it. It was a few more moments before the akail could place it.
Fear. Hopelessness. The cold of the end. It pulsated around the world as the situation fell deeper into the dire pits of destruction.
He wished for the wisdom of The Pale One...but he had not seen her in many risings of the surface dweller's sun. He wished for the feisty will power of She-Whose-Skin-Mimics-the-Water...but he had not seen her in just as long. He wished he had Coryn, whose level headed confidence made even the most dangerous situations seem a bore...But the baskerville had been avoiding him...which really was the norm for the two of them. He shouldn't have expected anything less.
He had no one but himself.
Someone one said that it only takes one to make a difference. The akail guessed they hadn't ever thought of the possibility of the world falling to zombie hordes. it was going to take a lot more than one creature to stop them. Or even make a dent.
So here he was. Home-but-not-home, his rune-like marking glowing softly in the gathering darkness of the 'sunset' as someone had once informed him the 'disappearance' of the sun was. Something had drawn him here. Something had made him think of this sanctuary. The cold made it hard for the virus to take root, but he had only thought of that tidbit of information when he had almost neared the shrine. Perhaps whatever had given him the markings of the creatures who dwelled in the place was looking out for him. Or maybe it was something more...was it hope? Could he find the answer to survival of not just himself, but others here?
He looked into the darkness of the shrine behind him. "When you cannot go back you must go through to the end." he said softly to himself.
Of course, the home-but-not-home-shrine had always been so. But it this was a different cold. Normally drops in temperature did not faze Flynn'Delmar, being as he grew up deep underground. He was well-used to what some surface dwellers would call 'less than ideal' environments. Namely, cold, dark, damp. But this cold...this cold had something more to it. It was a few more moments before the akail could place it.
Fear. Hopelessness. The cold of the end. It pulsated around the world as the situation fell deeper into the dire pits of destruction.
He wished for the wisdom of The Pale One...but he had not seen her in many risings of the surface dweller's sun. He wished for the feisty will power of She-Whose-Skin-Mimics-the-Water...but he had not seen her in just as long. He wished he had Coryn, whose level headed confidence made even the most dangerous situations seem a bore...But the baskerville had been avoiding him...which really was the norm for the two of them. He shouldn't have expected anything less.
He had no one but himself.
Someone one said that it only takes one to make a difference. The akail guessed they hadn't ever thought of the possibility of the world falling to zombie hordes. it was going to take a lot more than one creature to stop them. Or even make a dent.
So here he was. Home-but-not-home, his rune-like marking glowing softly in the gathering darkness of the 'sunset' as someone had once informed him the 'disappearance' of the sun was. Something had drawn him here. Something had made him think of this sanctuary. The cold made it hard for the virus to take root, but he had only thought of that tidbit of information when he had almost neared the shrine. Perhaps whatever had given him the markings of the creatures who dwelled in the place was looking out for him. Or maybe it was something more...was it hope? Could he find the answer to survival of not just himself, but others here?
He looked into the darkness of the shrine behind him. "When you cannot go back you must go through to the end." he said softly to himself.