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They killed him.
His body hung in the air, levitating at an unnatural angle- snow white wings outstretched, bent, and broken, stained with ruby red blood. His arms were extended, his many layers and shreds of white cloak drifted around him as if floating in water. His face was tilted up to the sky, skin pale, lips thin, and his eyes nothing more than darkness. He cast no shadow, and even in death, his presence seemed to silence the air around him.
The mighty pines that filled the wood swayed in a wind that could not be heard or felt. The sky turned to a misty shade of white that was slowly becoming filled with bloody red clouds.
“His realm is falling apart…” observed Bastet as she stepped across the mossy ground.
Bastet had taken a very tall form- human for the most part, but with a face that was elongated at the front, and oddly catlike. Her tawny eyes saw across eons… but she could not see how Ambriel had died.
“Murdered… it seems,” Munkar said. His feet did not touch the ground, and even if they had, he would have been taller than Bastet- with a longer head, and narrow green eyes. His dark skin seemed nearly black against his white flowing garb. His own wings existed only as shimmering phantoms that barely moved as he did.
“By whom?” Bastet sighed. “Or what?”
She watched as the pines flickered like static and floated into air, vanishing into red smoke, filling the sky with milky pink.
Munkar said nothing that answered her question. As she expected.
“Lady, what becomes of him now?*
*Who can say?” she shrugged. “Our kind is not meant to die, Munkar. We decide what happens after death. For one of our own to-“
17-Nov-2014 00:13:33 - Last edited on 17-Nov-2014 00:32:56 by GrimMagister