[h3][color=#166FC2]Cloven Brevis[/color][/h3][hr]
[indent][indent]His guildmates were a riot-and-a-half. A congregation of very real, very animated emotions. There was a sense of worry sitting between them all for the idiot-boy, Felix, was his name. And that perplexed him a bit. Everyone had warned the boy, downright spelled it out for him, ‘Be careful superhero, this isn’t no comic book’ and yet he went and got himself hurt anyway.

[color=#166FC2][i]The pain will teach him what no one else could.[/i][/color] Cloven wrapped himself tighter against the rain; vehemently ignoring the dread. [color=#166FC2][i][i]I’m too close to her, can’t wait to get back and put space between us.[/i][/i][/color] It would have to sit there and ruminate within, it could eat all it wanted while he distracted himself with the doleful views and that gentle haunting song.


There was a shifting in the air or energies. It was odd and nearly imperceptible but it drew his attention skyward anyway. Even still, he missed whatever had parted the clouds and could only shield himself from the wave of dampness and debris that smacked against him. When the dust had wafted away, a herculean figure was revealed. Cloven had no idea who the man was but he stood from his rock-chair in defiance. He stayed the trembling of his wounded arm, kept them hidden beneath the folds of his cloak, and lit them softly with his dark magic. 

[color=#166FC2][i]Good,[/i][/color] he thought grimly. [color=#166FC2][i]Finally I can really lash out. Just attack the guild. Kill, Holly or better yet the plant-wizard. That's what Son would call a two-for-one; I get rid of [/i]her[i] and I get to vent.[/i][/color]

But it never came to that. Even when the tension was at its worst, when the Rune Knights and civilians had them encircled; at the end nothing had happened. Cloven couldn’t help but feel cheated. He grinded his teeth silently, put distance between himself and the plant-wizard, and listened for the ethereal noises of Earth Land. Listened to that melody that so fiercely clung to him now. 

Then like magic or perhaps he just wasn’t paying attention, faraway with the others, was Astoria. The idol of the haunting song, a weaker version of herself. Cloven felt a pang in his chest for... for what? Her cheerfulness. No, it went so much deeper. Of that he was sure. He steadied his gaze on her. [color=#166FC2][i]The cracks are showing, Astoria. Your song is starting to gain substance to me. Questions are flooding; what kind of past did you have? what was it about this destruction that could have shaken you up? was it the dragon? Maybe you feel helpless right now.[/i][/color] 

He pulled his attention to some empty distance. [color=#166FC2][i]I sure do wonder…  I want to know more,[/i][/color] he finally admitted.[/indent][/indent]