14th Fall 505AV
Two months onward and Cadicus was still as vengeful as ever. Instead of the golden celestial horns he should have had, he was forever frozen with the bone white horns that adorned his head like a crown this pale Fall morning. Summer's heat had fallen away, yes, but none of the wrath and the pain had left Cadicus' form. Even leaving the cursed Endrykas behind, the Forsaken was still haunted with the events on the Sea of Grass. Still haunted with the past. Forever frozen with his memories clinging to him like glass.
In Riverfall there was no one to speak to and nothing to do. Cadicus trained, he wandered, he picked fights in taverns, he released his urges with whatever willing female he could come across. He was yet to taste the flesh of the Akalak males, but to the antagonistic Ethaefal, he hadn't ruled out the possibility of corrupting one of the dying race. He smirked: to use up an Akalak's urges on one who would bear him no children would be something eternally satisfying.
If Cadicus felt such pain and emptiness, why should the rest of the world be spared?
He wore no cloak, though the early morning was chilly, the sea breezes coming in over the cliff on which Riverfall perched. With the sun rising over the horizon and touching the bleached white buildings on the cliff, Cadicus could not help but feel irate. Syna lit the buildings and gave them beauty; and yet she spared not a second glance for the child she had once loved like a Sun. Turning from the view of Syna over the water, he walked through the streets once more, seeking shadows and cool shade, where he would not have his copper skin touched by the Sun goddess.
Stumbling through the streets, he passed several men and women of all races, but he barely spared them a second glance: too old, too manly, too effeminate, too short. He felt even too restless to release his urges, and he was not in the least inebriated enough to proposition someone even before noon. Wandering, he glanced at the shops and the houses, wondering who lay inside and whether they were aware of the world's inadequacies.
One small shop caught his attention, reeling him in like a masterful fisherman. "The Inner Eye". It was small, unremarkable, the window obscured and the door barely cracked open. Cadicus, without thinking, stepped in.
Tarot decks, runes, crystal balls; they all lined the small, dimlit room. A large round table lay off to the corner, and the room smelled like incense. Candlelight danced across the surfaces of the room. A divination shop, then. Another mortal who gave their foolish faith to the gods. He saw a beaded curtain off to the side. There was no one in the front room. Bending over to examine agate runestones, beautifully carved (a waste of beauty, to Cadicus), he snorted to himself, shaking his head.
Foolish faith to one who could not, would not care. The gods were selfish. Cadicus knew that better than anyone. |
by Cadicus on February 6th, 2013, 12:53 am 
