Fall 39th, 514AV
early morning
early morning
The clear sky was a beautiful sight to behold. The last four days of downpour were not only unusual for Rhysol's city, but incited a deep worry that made everyone's mood a few shades darker. And that Lake monster; it made everyone scared and downright paranoid. People were consciously avoiding the edges of platforms. the prices had rocketed, the alleys had emptied. Children were not allowed to roam free, let alone wade their feet in the blessed waters of lake Ravok. It was a good thing that their faith had not faltered. In the end, Rhysol would protect them from whatever watery nightmare threatened to swallow them.
Daegron was unlike the usual resident. Sure, his faith to the Defiler hadn't changed a bit, but he stubbornly refused to be intimidated by a petching fish. The rain was a welcoming sight for his eyes. Ravok's highly controlled climate and general lack of actual weather may have been comforting, but for him it was also damn boring. He longed for his days in Zeltiva. During the winter he'd brave against the Bonesnapper; it's chilly caress made him feel alive.
He'd eagerly walked out of his apartment with the hot humid air stealing away his breath. He could not miss the storm-clouds that were gathering again to the north and he assumed it was a matter of bells before they'd hang heavy above the city. He'd gathered a few supplies in his backpack and headed for the docks. If he was lucky, the morning ferry would actually make it's usual trip to the shore. He didn't care to think of the details of this spontaneous excursion too much. He craved to walk on dry land, to explore the wilderness. The small windowless room was now more like a prison and he yearned to be free again. After the KRI incident, he felt different. As if something inside him stirred and beckoned him to run wild; to be unleashed.
It wasn't long till he found himself in a crowd at the docks. The trips to the shore were limited and far between. Getting on the ferry depended on how easily one could push, shove and squeeze himself through. The Ebonstryfe's presence was enough to keep the occasional brawl from escalating into a mess like the one that took part in the spring.
"Petch it... I'm late" Daegron thought and tried to walk closer to the platform's edge. In the sea of bodies he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar red brindled mane. But just before he was certain that he'd spotted the Kelvic, she'd disappeared again. She'd shown great dedication even against her own kin; wild and fiercely loyal at the same time. She'd earned the Morpher's interest.
"Shyke !"
An elbow was shoved on his side with great force, forcing him to lean forward with his face turning into a wince of pain. Some burly fellow had deemed it necessary to beat his way into the ferry. It took him a few ticks to catch his breath and push his way towards him. There was no way he'd leave that bastard like that. Rage boiled inside him and with gritting teeth and clenched fists he finally reached his target who had just landed a punch on a worker's jaw.
"Take this you bastard !" he exclaimed and his fist flew towards the man's lower back. It was almost a good kidney shot. Almost, because the hulk turned around with a pained expression seeking the man who'd dared hit him. Despite his size, his hand moved swiftly towards Daegron's neck, grabbing it with ease. Luckily the other hand was tangled with a stranger's limb and the punch that could hammer the Morpher's face into fragments never actually arrived. A chance presented was a chance taken and Daegron's fist was promptly aimed at his opponent's throat. A solid hit that caused a choking fit, and the eventual release from his grip. Not wanting to stay in the thick of it while things were getting out of hand, he turned around and pushed himself into the quay.
As the Stryfe soldiers' commands thundered amidst the mob, he found himself boarded on a ferry overloaded with passengers, hastily leaving the docks behind. He looked around the crowd wondering if she'd managed to climb on deck...