death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Unfortunately, the description didn’t pinpoint anyone in particular for the man – most of the Fae he’d come across had been just that: hostile, suspicious, prone to aggression at the slightest implication. Even right down to sneers, snickers, and smirks, a condescending mark chiseled for anyone who wasn’t them. It didn’t beholden their dilemmas, problems, or tribulations well to any other species, and perhaps that was fine with the winged creatures, eternally content with being left to themselves (except now someone had infiltrated, and that meant more movement, more motion, more action). His response came on a dry edge, slightly amused, while he still stared, watched, and waited. “Is that not a normal Fae depiction?” If his face managed the slightest of smirks, he didn't think much of it.
But with nothing else to go off of, they’d simply reached a dead end. Others, like Remi, might’ve found or uncovered more, and the Sword would have to do the same, see what was going on in the Grounds midst when he returned. The notion that the Ascended individual, hacked, torn apart, delivered with vengeance or contempt, hadn’t come from this region made sense. He couldn’t fathom too many making their way here, beyond Samuel or this Nate character, simply by way of the beaming sun. Their numbers were probably easier to know and track in a world not wholly suitable for them, and it only led him to ponder who it could be, when he wasn’t certain of anyone missing, decimated, or gone. Some disappeared, like Jigano and Rory, to go on their own ventures. Some wandered into struggles and hardships, informing no one. Some were apparently picked off and murdered, desecrated, and boxed in pieces. “Do you know which Ascended it was?”
But with nothing else to go off of, they’d simply reached a dead end. Others, like Remi, might’ve found or uncovered more, and the Sword would have to do the same, see what was going on in the Grounds midst when he returned. The notion that the Ascended individual, hacked, torn apart, delivered with vengeance or contempt, hadn’t come from this region made sense. He couldn’t fathom too many making their way here, beyond Samuel or this Nate character, simply by way of the beaming sun. Their numbers were probably easier to know and track in a world not wholly suitable for them, and it only led him to ponder who it could be, when he wasn’t certain of anyone missing, decimated, or gone. Some disappeared, like Jigano and Rory, to go on their own ventures. Some wandered into struggles and hardships, informing no one. Some were apparently picked off and murdered, desecrated, and boxed in pieces. “Do you know which Ascended it was?”
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