with raw palms and heavy feet does he walk, the feathers of inky black wings battered and falling off. something feels strange, wrong, but he tries to ignore it. perhaps he's only being paranoid. after what happened to his file before, it's understandible. nevertheless, zacharie is glad to be going home.
over a month of traveling has left him tired and ragged. his wings are still growing back their feathers, making it near impossible to fly. even then, he'd still grow tired. fighting gravity wrought havoc on the body, even one as big and strong as his own.
when he steps into his file, he's met with a rush of cold. it feels as if his nose might freeze off. jaw setting, it's apparent now that something is wrong. it's something he'll need to investigate. it is his duty to his file, to keep it safe from whatever dangers may come its way.
swiftly does he cross the ground. everything is so... white. stark white. almost blinding. but it is not snow, not ice. it's just a blinding absence of color that unnerves him. if he listens closely, he swears he can hear whispers in the air. taunting him, nagging at his brain, with thinly-veiled threats.
something descends upon him within moments. it's far too fast for him to see what it is at first, but when he pushes it off with a loud grunt, he sees it is...
... a child? and as starkly white as their surroundings. sword drawn from its sheathe in barely a second, it takes only one fell swipe to bring down the creature. there is no blood, no guts... it just disappears. zacharie inhales sharply. he decides that it may be best to keep his weapon drawn for his own safety.
on his way to the room, he meets no other creatures. perhaps they sense his angelic presence, are too frightened to face him. there is no one out there. no one. not even the elsen. sharp teeth clench. the moment he enters the room, he sees blood smeared across the ground. it reeks of death.
stooping down on one knee, he touches one of the little puddles with calloused fingers. ` who did this to you? ` zacharie mutters to nothing and everything all at once. brows furrowing 'neath his mask, he looks back up.
he can never get a break, huh?
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