A slam against the ground, like a boulder falling onto it, cracking the floor over and over again, footsteps that weight twice as much as a whole human. There it is, The Silent Angel, Harken, rounding the corner from where the Caretaker is located, her eyes closed, her limbs numb, her golden skin shining, contrasted by crimson stains covering her arms and legs. Luckily, she doesn't seem to have noticed the Caretaker just yet, luck for her to be blind, yet what shall happen, has death finally catch up, or will it be avoided once more?
(RP STARTER) Signed - @death-by-sound
They had gone out alone. The silence of the Church and its Graveyard was something they'd always preferred, and the flora that grew here was something they found solace in... but they didn't think that quiet would be necessary until the sound of a slam had already broken the peace. The vibrations in the ground catch them way off guard and off balance, and they barely catch themselves. The construct stands so much taller them, and they feel their adrenaline spike just at the sight of the stains on its limbs.
Just be quiet and it'll be fine. Yet even their heartbeat felt too loud. Their instincts tell them to bolt, but they've witnessed enough consequences to know that'd only ever end badly. One pace back. Then two. Another. All they had to do was make enough distance and be far on their way. But Care was never good at multitasking, now were they? The rustling of a particularly leafy plant they had been eyeing comes back to screw them over at the worst possible time as they step right into it. Like a deer in headlights, their breath catches, their head shoots upwards, and they freeze.
They can only hope they can finesse their way out of this in one piece.
( @death-by-sound hii ^_^!!! /OOC )
