Vedette Niveue-Uthral (in_the_service) wrote in adusta, @ 2009-12-24 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ithacles, vedette uthral |
a house of blood (ithacles)
Vedette had forgotten what it was she'd been mad about after the fifth, or sixth cup of wine she'd ordered. Or was it ordered for her. Simple mountain folk hardly ever saw people as glamorous as people like them. Like a Prince and his Captain. Or so the page had told her when he bought her third. Yes, it wasn't as if she didn't have a line of men waiting for her either. Oh right, that's what she'd been mad about. If Ithacles could be so casual about how he felt, then she could too. Who cared? She was a dragon, it wasn't as if she couldn't take off and have someone on the side without anyone ever knowing about it. Of course it wasn't really on the side when she wasn't in anything to begin with.
Was she?
After all that wine and hot fires Vedette had taken her time finding the Mayor's house. She'd stumbled around a tree and grabbed it for support when she found the set of now shallow footprints which had once been deep. Had to be Ithacles. He shouldn't have left so soon. All that drink to go around and he did like drinking. He liked it so much he stayed up at night drinking. He liked to kiss captains when he'd been drinking, and smoking. He had lingered on her lips after, did she linger on his?
Finally she found the Mayor's house. He was probably asleep. He was probably dead asleep as he normally was. All she had to do was get inside and crawl up beside him and put one cold hand to his cheek before he'd wake up. But instead she pressed the door ope and sobered up immediately. There, and nearly everywhere she could see was blood. As if a thousand men had died in this room and covered it. The walls were not coated, exactly, but streaked in places, and there were pieces of someone, as it was fleshy like a man, all around.
"Ithacles!" She yelled as she forgot what she was thinking of doing, or being mad as worried suddenly tightened her throat and she abandoned all reason to search for him.
"Ithacles!" She jumped over the blood, and the body parts and pushed each and every door open. Searching for him.
No. No he couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. But she could smell him. She knew he was here. Was he dead? Dead? Choking back something, a cry, or a scream, she pushed the next door open only to run into someone with it. The bang of force she'd used to throw it open, collided with flesh and blood, and bone. The groan was that of Ithacles, and she instantly was in the room and tending to the face she'd probably just slammed the door into. Hands found his face.
"You're alive. Oh gods you're alive. I thought. The blood.."