Fall 497 Av 34
The ledge was roughly the only thing that could be called the doorway inside the part of the craven. Outsiders were not welcome here unless one was in a evil mood and left them there but even then outsiders were not welcomed here. There was little to no light, yet to another Symenestra it was as if it was just day time. The details were very clear to them. Ridges of rock, deep pools of blue water. It was a light blue shade, one could see the very bottom if looked hard enough, its sand like texture frozen in time and rocky terrain making it unfitting to stay and walk around. Stalactites hanged around the roof of the craven. Water drips slowly into the clear pool underneath. Some were white, some black, and others varying colors of between the two. The room softly held the sounds and echos of each drop. stalagmites raised from the floor, some made it out of the water and others were not so lucky. The colors were the same as the Stalactites from the roof and yet it was peaceful here around the water and rocks. A place of peace. A place of solitude. |
Voreasos just smiled, he was just an young seven year old Symenestra standing at the entrance of the craven. His silver color hair just covering his ears a bit. His amethyst eyes peering out from his white deathly color skin. His nails still forming as they took ten years to form right. His thin body just barely covered in a white cloak. His bare form under it with just warpings here and there.
He did not care if he was naked or not, his race did not mind overall he found as they were closer then family in cases. He felt at ease on the ledge looking down towards the water. If he took a guess it was roughly fifty feet. No stalagmites were near the drop, clear water laid under him. He could jump but he would risk hurting and breaking his feet and legs. He let a smile creep along his face, two spider like fangs showed with normal row of whiteish teeth.
Slowly he turned, his hands and feet scaling down the ledge. He had no fear as he did so. The hooks along his hands and feet allowed him to climb anything but water and slime like surfaces. Yet otherwise he had no fear of climbing anything. His body moving quickly, he had been climbing for years and would for much longer.
He was just a few feet from the water, its cool clear surface reflecting slightly as he saw his own image. He just let go, his body falling and hitting the water with a splash. He did not know how to swim well but he knew how to float and push a bit as he made his way towards an small island that rose out of the water. They were many of them around yet he just pulled his body on one and took off the wet cloak.
He was not cold as he moved his legs closer to his chest warping his arms around them. He was thinking hard on information. He was thinking along an text called The Viratassa. An holy book dealt with the God Viratas, god of blood. It was a rather short text and most knew of it in there hive and he was slowly learning it. He was thinking hard on an part of it. "Split blood cries out to Viratas. It speaks of life and death. It sings of sins and blessings. Every drop is precious, but not all cries are holy."
He did not know how long he would be here thinking on the words. He ate rather large before even coming here so he would be able to spend most of the time here alone. If he needed water he had a ton of it around him. He just stayed still, thinking over the words over and over. He had no idea what they meant really. It would help if people told him more but it was all fighting if debates came out. He was on his own for this.
