The metal scrapes into his palm as it is detracted from his grasp. A man knocks into him and he hisses as the air is knocked from his lungs. Before he knew it, his legs had given out and he fell with Top Hat in his arms.
Warmth soaked into his clothes, the deepest red blooming like roses through bright linen. The lasting selflessness of a dying man stole his breath to a pause. "I—" He gasps, hands clasping onto the man’s dampened clothes. The Fanalis’ words were lost to him. "I… am fine." What blood was there had not been his. And yet… a hatred stewed in his heart as the man’s body lay heavy in his arms.
The surface of his skin began to glow with golden luminance. Each particle a star mapped upon his pale complexion. Even the bright rukh he harbored gathered around his ethereal form. The glint of his eyes held a constant hollowness as his leer bore deep into Hyperion. A blow that had been intended for himself had been dealt to another in his place.
His sacrifice demanded justice — vengeance.
"Moriendum est omnibus," he growls, "May the hounds hunt you until you are nothing but blood beneath their feet.”
Warmth soaked into his clothes, the deepest red blooming like roses through bright linen. The lasting selflessness of a dying man stole his breath to a pause. "I—" He gasps, hands clasping onto the man’s dampened clothes. The Fanalis’ words were lost to him. "I… am fine." What blood was there had not been his. And yet… a hatred stewed in his heart as the man’s body lay heavy in his arms.
The surface of his skin began to glow with golden luminance. Each particle a star mapped upon his pale complexion. Even the bright rukh he harbored gathered around his ethereal form. The glint of his eyes held a constant hollowness as his leer bore deep into Hyperion. A blow that had been intended for himself had been dealt to another in his place.
His sacrifice demanded justice — vengeance.
"Moriendum est omnibus," he growls, "May the hounds hunt you until you are nothing but blood beneath their feet.”