Descended and Forgotten[Open]

[Descender]

Fingers clenching, reaching, groping. There was nothing to grasp, nothing but the bitter and empty gloom. Struggling and walking; Running. Where was there to run? One step forward took a lifetime back.
Breathing. Was it really breathing? Inhaling the toxic shadows. It was like a drug. Talking, but only nonsense.
Time to consider all that had occurred. All that would, and all that was.
Tareing ways back towards humanity though none worked.
Still the gloom lingered.
Strangling; Corroding;
Then without warning, it was there.
Bright, almost blinding;
The first inhale of air was enough to almost scare one back into the gloom of the darkness.
Away from the fresh pain which lingered, he felt utterly safe, but oh so alone.

A crystalline tear slipped soundlessly down a porcelain cheek, leaving a shimmering trail in its wake. Its trail ending abruptly at the edge of the figures chin, falling from his face and landing with a soft 'pitter' on the moss covered stone beneath him.

His story always begun back at the beginning: Alone.

He pressed his lips together, hushing a choked sob. When unclenched, colour rushed to fill the pale patches. A pink tongue darting out to run along the dried skin, tasting the tears that had gone astray before it retreated back into his mouth, his lips remaining parted.

A sorrowful expression left deep within his emerald coloured eyes, the pupils retracted ever so slightly, and tears glistening along the rims, hanging onto the dampened eyelashes which curled up elegantly.

Pressing the eyelids closed, his brow furrowed ever so slightly, his long, pale fingers reached up to gently brush the tears away, a crimson liquid drying slowly on the palm of the outstretched hand, the fingernails baring signs of the blood also, his own blood of course as the figure it belonged too would no less harm a person than he would a fly.
Laying limply across his clothed shoulders and back, a tangle of brown hair, falling just past and between his shoulder blades.

His shaking form moved ever so slightly as his green orbs opened weakly. A soft gasp escaping his lips as he attempted to climb to his feet carefully, and slowly. A buttoned white shirt hung off his torso, barely holding onto his shoulders. His skin ill pale colour, infact his appearance made him seem weak and underfed.

His legs barely held his weight, knees buckling in the previously white pair of pants hugging to his small frame tightly, the knees now covered in filth and dirt, the occasional blotch of blood from his bandaged chest.

"W-why…?" came the murmur, escaping almost inaudibly. His gaze brushing over the half destroyed church, two of the walls fallen to bits, bricks lying in piles everywhere, ivy and other plants consuming the seats and walls.

Stepping lightly, he paused before the alter, his fingers grazing its surface, a splinter catching to his finger which he shortly removed and pressed the bleeding finger to his lips.

All was silent for minutes, and what seemed an eternity to the somber being. He inhaled a deep breath, closing his eyes once more, both hands clutching the side of the alter. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Take me into your arms and cleanse me of this injustice, take me back oh great lord, I promise to do better this time…" he whispered, tears falling endlessly.

But no matter how many times he called, how many prayers he uttered, there was no one to answer them. He was forgotten…he was abandoned and more importantly.

He was human.

[Aoife]

Aoife wandered round a corner and saw a man on his knees, he was crying. Such a pathetic man she thought as she carelessly strode to him with the grace of a hunter and stood over him as he kneeled, broken on the floor. Chuckling darkly to herself she crouched down and unsheathed her dagger before holding it to his throat.
"Now, I'm hungry, so any ideas why i shouldn't slit your throat?" she asked in her deep throaty voice as she waited for the male creature to answer. It disgusted her to touch a male, but if she got to eat then she wouldn't complain, he seemed quite muscly which made the meat taste so much sweeter.

Rolling back onto the balls of her toes she adjusted her grip on the dagger whihc meant that she was free to wrap her arm around his neck, making her grip more stable and hopefully more intimidating. She slowly drew the blade across his lips as she patiently waited for his answer while relishing the sound of the metal on skin.