Stumbling in the Dark

it’s not that i don’t have muse for any of them, i do. but for some reason writing for them on this platform isn’t clicking right now. 

It’s just that time of the month again where I am dissatisfied with my characters and need to fix some things up about them.

I don’t plan on dropping any threads on here or on Kayle, (or Liliqus, but she’s been suuper neglected. Same goes with Veigar, though I will probably drop all of his threads). And I will answer the few things in my inbox eventually, I just need time to sort my thoughts out.

He was engulfed in it, a nostalgic feeling, as his blade swept through multiple thin corpses. Cleaver brought down again and again until the corpse under him faded to dust…

Finally, left with a moment of respite– he allows his arms to rest lip, and exhales heavily. Of course keen senses had picked up an intrusion, years spent to develop an impressive awareness of his surroundings.

Footsteps are heavy, and metals clink together as he walks to the alley’s end. Rather than turn it fully he peers around it– not a beast, nor shambling corpse. Just a boy? To estimate ones age or appearance when they sat in such a terrified position was difficult. He clears his throat- and just as he might have spoke, another ghoul appeared from nowhere to attack either or.

Cecil steps forward, and swings his cleaver upwards with enough force to rend the creature in two. Ash and blood spilled from it, as it’s body too faded away. There is a pause as he catches his breath, then offers a hand to the stranger– a native he assumed…

“ Up you get… ”

The repeated hacking of flesh was disturbing both to see and hear for the cowardly scholar. Surely his previous visions of decimated corpses and mutilated flesh would make him more desensitized to such things, or at least one would think so. Instead, he very visibly flinched every time the cleaver was brought down. And he was all too aware of the fact that its bearer was getting closer.

Indeed, this stranger garbed in strange clothes and armed with a weapon stranger still did bring down the undead plaguing this city, but the way he walked, the aggressive determination in which he carried himself made Avery feel less secure about the fact that he was on his side. Would he mistake him for a ghoul and cut him down, or would he even bother to make that distinction at all? The uncertainty alone was enough cause for his heart to nearly beat out of his chest.

And worst of all, he had no way of escaping him. He was (possibly) doomed!

Then, another swing of the cleaver, and another undead was bisected just before his face, covering him head to toe in spectral blood and viscera. So shocked was he that he almost didn’t register that the stranger was speaking to him. For a moment, he only stared at his hand blankly.