Cirque Nocturne (cirquenocturne) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Was there a reason that the group split in three different directions? Likely not. Or maybe so. Maybe Christian felt a pull to something. Something that rolled in his gut and tugged at his navel toward it. It pulsed out to him. Angry. Violent. Pulsing. Bloodsoaked. Couldn't the other's hear it? The screams. The boom of cannons.
Someone crying for their mother...
Feel that?
Hear the rush of a large, pregnant stream where once bodies made foul. Look at the open field untouched from that dark day and time. Look at the mist roll over it. Can't they be seen? Still playing out their fruitless war?