Date: Day 80, Summer, 515 AV
Location: Sahova
Redd sat beside the barred window that allowed the sliver of the moon’s light into the room. Some might have found sitting in the dark to be frightening, however the young woman quite enjoyed it. The darkness was more or less her friend and she would have howled if she had been out and about, but she wasn’t alone and the people in the next room might complain about the howling. It was after all, night time and that was when most people slept, but Redd didn’t think that the dead walking men slept at all. While the day time was perfect to hunt with clear view, the kelvic preferred to hunt at night when it was much easier to hunt those that slept. The woman stretched out her left hand and watched as the soft and patchy moon light created a shadow of her hand. It was strange really and she questioned that shadow. She questioned if it was her physical shadow, or the shadow that reflected within. Was she still the shadow self of who she really wanted to be? Her hazel hue viewed the black sun upon the back of her pale hand and the corner of her lips turned downwards. Indeed, she really was still the shadow of her future self, for she was still the slave to Verin Rush. Soon, she thought to herself. Soon she will be free to do as she pleased.
It was during the not so cold winter that the wolf had become sold upon the idea that she could perhaps be free, but two seasons had passed and she was still a slave. Redd had no idea as to how to get out of Sahova. The wolf and Verin had gotten to Sahova by boat and she hadn’t even explored all of the island. How did one get off an island other than by boat? Her hand reached forward then to gently touch the bars of the window and her single hue noticed where her own index finger met with her own shadow. Indeed, she hadn’t given up yet, she just had to find a way to get off the island. Her finger slid down along the bar before her hand fell to her side, her single gaze moving to view the sliver of moon that shined high up in the sky. She was just about to move away from the window when she began to hear footsteps within the corridor and a frown creased her brow. It was mostly dead in Sahova, because its current occupants were dead and more focused on their work, whatever that was. No one told a slave anything.
More footsteps were heard and it seemed as if they were hurried, like someone was in a rush and the curiousity was eating at the kelvic. So, she moved away from the window that she stood at and took cautious steps towards the door. Her right hand reached forwards to grasp the door knob just as she heard another person rush passed and a soft growl rumbled to her lips. Something wasn’t right, there was far too much movement going on for the wolf and sudden alarm bells rang inside of her own mind. What was going on? She asked herself as she turned the knob to pull the door open just enough to peek her head outside of the room. As she did so, another person sporting hurried steps moved passed the door and she was taken a back as she followed the sight of the person’s back down the hallway. That was not the only person, there were also a couple of other people disappearing down the hallway. It had struck Redd as odd, due to the fact that they were carrying a bag or two.
Location: Sahova
Redd sat beside the barred window that allowed the sliver of the moon’s light into the room. Some might have found sitting in the dark to be frightening, however the young woman quite enjoyed it. The darkness was more or less her friend and she would have howled if she had been out and about, but she wasn’t alone and the people in the next room might complain about the howling. It was after all, night time and that was when most people slept, but Redd didn’t think that the dead walking men slept at all. While the day time was perfect to hunt with clear view, the kelvic preferred to hunt at night when it was much easier to hunt those that slept. The woman stretched out her left hand and watched as the soft and patchy moon light created a shadow of her hand. It was strange really and she questioned that shadow. She questioned if it was her physical shadow, or the shadow that reflected within. Was she still the shadow self of who she really wanted to be? Her hazel hue viewed the black sun upon the back of her pale hand and the corner of her lips turned downwards. Indeed, she really was still the shadow of her future self, for she was still the slave to Verin Rush. Soon, she thought to herself. Soon she will be free to do as she pleased.
It was during the not so cold winter that the wolf had become sold upon the idea that she could perhaps be free, but two seasons had passed and she was still a slave. Redd had no idea as to how to get out of Sahova. The wolf and Verin had gotten to Sahova by boat and she hadn’t even explored all of the island. How did one get off an island other than by boat? Her hand reached forward then to gently touch the bars of the window and her single hue noticed where her own index finger met with her own shadow. Indeed, she hadn’t given up yet, she just had to find a way to get off the island. Her finger slid down along the bar before her hand fell to her side, her single gaze moving to view the sliver of moon that shined high up in the sky. She was just about to move away from the window when she began to hear footsteps within the corridor and a frown creased her brow. It was mostly dead in Sahova, because its current occupants were dead and more focused on their work, whatever that was. No one told a slave anything.
More footsteps were heard and it seemed as if they were hurried, like someone was in a rush and the curiousity was eating at the kelvic. So, she moved away from the window that she stood at and took cautious steps towards the door. Her right hand reached forwards to grasp the door knob just as she heard another person rush passed and a soft growl rumbled to her lips. Something wasn’t right, there was far too much movement going on for the wolf and sudden alarm bells rang inside of her own mind. What was going on? She asked herself as she turned the knob to pull the door open just enough to peek her head outside of the room. As she did so, another person sporting hurried steps moved passed the door and she was taken a back as she followed the sight of the person’s back down the hallway. That was not the only person, there were also a couple of other people disappearing down the hallway. It had struck Redd as odd, due to the fact that they were carrying a bag or two.