10th Day, Winter 510
Deep in thought, Skylar walked the midday lanes of Syliras. He had been cooped up inside Stormhold for what felt like months. Perhaps it was months. He had forgotten. And yet, as it so inevitably did, the fog of ignorance lifted from Skylar's mind, and he once again found himself with a desire to accomplish. To do deeds. To do something. It was a dangerous position for a would-be immortal to take. Skylar survived precisely because of his ability to stay under the radar, and he was all too aware of the ease by which his life could be snuffed out by a creature two percent of his age. Such hypocrisy from those so young! As if they could begin to understand the weight of generations.
So Skylar was usually cautious. But, as happened about once every hundred years or so, he now felt that instinctive drive to accomplish. It was a reasonably pleasant day, all things considered. Even as Skylar's soft skin was chilled from a wind, he felt reasonably warmed by the sun shining from above. It was nice to be out among the weather, but it was the people that bothered him. Mortal little insects, he envied their ability to completely waste what little time was given to them. Skylar had lived a hundred lives and yet nothing compared to the fire that drove these mortal shells.
It was pathetic, really. These knights personified the very ideas Skylar loathed. Clinging together like drowning rats in an effort to stave off the inevitable, and by doing so robbing their fellows of what little pleasures the world had to offer. For once, Skylar was moved to raw anger, an almost alien emotion, and with a feat of surprising strength he smashed his left arm into the cobblestones of the courtyard.
Decayed skin ripped and brittle bone shattered, causing some of the bone to jut out of Skylar's elbow and a whitish liquid to drip from the wound where blood would be. The pain was exquisite. Skylar felt vindicated, almost alive, but clearly he'd drawn too much attention. He was getting strange looks. He hated revealing his Nuit nature to others, too.
"It's alright." He assured those who were staring. He tried to hide the jutting bone from the clearly broken and mangled arm behind his back, to no avail. The useless limb hung at his side. "This was simply a misunderstanding."