It was weird for Orion to have any form of resolve, many fallen he had met up to the point he was standing upon now, almost all of them, they all made the curiosity over his own thoughts even bigger. He was going to board a ship bound to Sahova in a few days, and even with all the rumours he heard about the island itself, he both felt and acted as if he was saying his goodbyes to the world, or the one of the living at least. It was fun how small things like the graciousness of the wind, smell of the soil, even the drunken rage of strangers, it was all the same, all grey and distant. He wasn't even dying yet, but still he kept prepearing as if it was already an assured thing. Fear, even if he could get himself rid of it soon, that day has not yet come to pass.
The world was becoming small, tiny even, it was becoming more strange and known, darkened, fleeting. He was not even sure where did all the adjectives in his head come from, yet he knew them all, all too well in fact. He was not really aware of his current location, he was even barely gripping the timeline of his past actions that day, one thing he knew for sure though, the sun was going to set soon, and that wasn't much of a mood improvement. As his mind settled slowly, it was still burdened by questions, but at least he noticed he was sitting down now; It had a good view of the horizon, where all three, the Sun, the sea, and the sky were about to merge in all their glory.
A piece of paper was in front of him, his fingers were now racing over the surface, as if he did not believe his sight, as if it had to be double checked. A small coal stick was in his other hand, the left one, as he was now moving it closer and closer to the paper. He was wondering what should occupy his interest on this bleak day; Smells were too hard to tell apart, and not worth some grandiose picture, the sounds were all one as the crowd was moving close to him, even the sights were hard on him cause he felt as if he was moving, even with his stationary seating. His dusky eyes were now falling onto a woman and a child, they looked as if they were homeless, or simply lost; Orion could not understand why weren't they moving, it was cold where they were standing, especially for the baby. The strange girl was simply sitting about a dozen feet away, with a sad smile on her face, rocking her body into motion slowly, but certainly, while mumbling some sort of a lullaby. A normal human being would have came to the woman and ask if everything is alright, or what aches her, but not him, he was neither normal, nor a human, all he could do was observe and capture the moment, he really was useless.
Six strokes past, first lines formed, and the silhuettes of the lonesome creatures were now looking like a pair of small clouds. Another set of steady movement gave birth to the general outline of the space around them, he could not draw people up close and in detail yet, he was not good enough... even for that. Instead he made them both part of a bigger whole. He could see a street filled with people on the paper he held as his own, he drew them quickly, only picturing the basic outlines of their personas and using the thumb of his right arm, he smudged them up a bit. All of the faces in the crowd were turned away from the small, incomplete family, they did not see, they did not want to see. There were two walls on the other side, each felt like it was pressing against the still blank parts of the page, leaning onto eachother, both looked as if they would fall on the first opportnuinty they get. The walls were getting more and more dense as he was now drawing the rest of the room, it was empty, but with each new line, he could feel a much more sinister pressence, and as he was grasping it, he was outlining a dark shaded form. A lone human, his skin scared, his face unknown, blood dripping down his arms, he had commited a sin, judgement was yet to be bestowed upon him. The sin took place in the dead of night, or so he thought, as he motioned the coal in a circular fashion in order to mark the full Moon above the sinner. He had split the paper into three parts now, not by force, but by lines. The Sun was what he drew over the heads of the crowd, he drew eyes onto it, but even those were closed, uninterested..... unfathomable. Between, in the twilight hour of his own paper world, there was solace, there was pain, there were all so many screams that could not be heard. The deed was about to end, there was but a single idea left in his mind before he could call this picture over. What looked like a dress at first was now looking more and more like a robe as he smudged it more and more, the effect he got, it looked as if the man in the back had stripped the sky from the heights, and made it his cloak. There were neither Sun nor the Moon dared to tread, the person that looked over the two lost ones seemed as if he was just about to turn and face the artist, yet he never did, nor he ever will. A gentle shaded layer was now set upon the whole painting, it made it look as if it was enveloped in mist and smoke, the particulard density of the shade was gathered upon the mother and her child, they were now looking like statues made out of stone, yet spoiled by mud.... all of them.
A slight chill on his back gave him all the warning he needed; jumping quickly, picking up the bag and heading away from the crowded area, it was time for his change to take place. He needed to be alone, he did not wish for anyone to see it, it was too much. As he was trying to run against the clock, he ran all the way to the outskirts of the town; It was less crowded there, and the silence was more of a real and achivable thing. It was mere seconds away, his transfromation, as he was standing in the shadow of a nearby building, he rushed in quick pace to greet the diminishing light, but his stroll was interrupted. Just about as his transformation was about to begin, his foot had met something that was not there a moment before, the foot of a stranger, he could not make out the details as he closed in to the ground. Time felt as if it was running in slow motion, each moment like an eternity. He could feel the change as he was bound to hit the ground. His body shifted right before he hit the land, and even after he did, he could not stop smiling, he had never before experienced such an ironic change. His senses came back to him slowly, one at a time, it was a tough fall after all; His head still casting down, he spoke in a bit more than a whisper: „Sorry, i really should mind my step next time..“ his voice trailed off as the realization of what did the stranger see had begun to catch up, it was quite likely that he had some explaining to do. His head raised slightly, to inspect the stranger, but what stood above him were two creatures, and one of them was.... his pupils dilated in shock...
The world was becoming small, tiny even, it was becoming more strange and known, darkened, fleeting. He was not even sure where did all the adjectives in his head come from, yet he knew them all, all too well in fact. He was not really aware of his current location, he was even barely gripping the timeline of his past actions that day, one thing he knew for sure though, the sun was going to set soon, and that wasn't much of a mood improvement. As his mind settled slowly, it was still burdened by questions, but at least he noticed he was sitting down now; It had a good view of the horizon, where all three, the Sun, the sea, and the sky were about to merge in all their glory.
A piece of paper was in front of him, his fingers were now racing over the surface, as if he did not believe his sight, as if it had to be double checked. A small coal stick was in his other hand, the left one, as he was now moving it closer and closer to the paper. He was wondering what should occupy his interest on this bleak day; Smells were too hard to tell apart, and not worth some grandiose picture, the sounds were all one as the crowd was moving close to him, even the sights were hard on him cause he felt as if he was moving, even with his stationary seating. His dusky eyes were now falling onto a woman and a child, they looked as if they were homeless, or simply lost; Orion could not understand why weren't they moving, it was cold where they were standing, especially for the baby. The strange girl was simply sitting about a dozen feet away, with a sad smile on her face, rocking her body into motion slowly, but certainly, while mumbling some sort of a lullaby. A normal human being would have came to the woman and ask if everything is alright, or what aches her, but not him, he was neither normal, nor a human, all he could do was observe and capture the moment, he really was useless.
Six strokes past, first lines formed, and the silhuettes of the lonesome creatures were now looking like a pair of small clouds. Another set of steady movement gave birth to the general outline of the space around them, he could not draw people up close and in detail yet, he was not good enough... even for that. Instead he made them both part of a bigger whole. He could see a street filled with people on the paper he held as his own, he drew them quickly, only picturing the basic outlines of their personas and using the thumb of his right arm, he smudged them up a bit. All of the faces in the crowd were turned away from the small, incomplete family, they did not see, they did not want to see. There were two walls on the other side, each felt like it was pressing against the still blank parts of the page, leaning onto eachother, both looked as if they would fall on the first opportnuinty they get. The walls were getting more and more dense as he was now drawing the rest of the room, it was empty, but with each new line, he could feel a much more sinister pressence, and as he was grasping it, he was outlining a dark shaded form. A lone human, his skin scared, his face unknown, blood dripping down his arms, he had commited a sin, judgement was yet to be bestowed upon him. The sin took place in the dead of night, or so he thought, as he motioned the coal in a circular fashion in order to mark the full Moon above the sinner. He had split the paper into three parts now, not by force, but by lines. The Sun was what he drew over the heads of the crowd, he drew eyes onto it, but even those were closed, uninterested..... unfathomable. Between, in the twilight hour of his own paper world, there was solace, there was pain, there were all so many screams that could not be heard. The deed was about to end, there was but a single idea left in his mind before he could call this picture over. What looked like a dress at first was now looking more and more like a robe as he smudged it more and more, the effect he got, it looked as if the man in the back had stripped the sky from the heights, and made it his cloak. There were neither Sun nor the Moon dared to tread, the person that looked over the two lost ones seemed as if he was just about to turn and face the artist, yet he never did, nor he ever will. A gentle shaded layer was now set upon the whole painting, it made it look as if it was enveloped in mist and smoke, the particulard density of the shade was gathered upon the mother and her child, they were now looking like statues made out of stone, yet spoiled by mud.... all of them.
A slight chill on his back gave him all the warning he needed; jumping quickly, picking up the bag and heading away from the crowded area, it was time for his change to take place. He needed to be alone, he did not wish for anyone to see it, it was too much. As he was trying to run against the clock, he ran all the way to the outskirts of the town; It was less crowded there, and the silence was more of a real and achivable thing. It was mere seconds away, his transfromation, as he was standing in the shadow of a nearby building, he rushed in quick pace to greet the diminishing light, but his stroll was interrupted. Just about as his transformation was about to begin, his foot had met something that was not there a moment before, the foot of a stranger, he could not make out the details as he closed in to the ground. Time felt as if it was running in slow motion, each moment like an eternity. He could feel the change as he was bound to hit the ground. His body shifted right before he hit the land, and even after he did, he could not stop smiling, he had never before experienced such an ironic change. His senses came back to him slowly, one at a time, it was a tough fall after all; His head still casting down, he spoke in a bit more than a whisper: „Sorry, i really should mind my step next time..“ his voice trailed off as the realization of what did the stranger see had begun to catch up, it was quite likely that he had some explaining to do. His head raised slightly, to inspect the stranger, but what stood above him were two creatures, and one of them was.... his pupils dilated in shock...
Am glad you are back tho.
