Shard

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Are we going to move this along?

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@NewShoesForever He is definitely the most lovable of the bunch!

@Anybody Should I make the next post or wait on the others to make their introduction?

@The Narrator

Maaaake the next post.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Centre Point

It was safe to say that a venue catering to dance and expression was nothing Winter could consider his virtue. Watching the party unfold in front of raven eyes, Winter lowered his gaze towards the now snow covered concrete. His namesake had proceeded to paint the streets a celestial white, beauty and grace incarnate. It did however manage a chilling cold which proceeded to creep through Winter's jacket and embraced his cold skin, as if a snow coated blanket. The young man leaned against a stone wall, his eyes scanning the area to lay witness upon various stalls of food, and trinkets. Focusing his attention on the falling petals of snow, Winter managed the softest smile across his lips. Snow, much like a rose, had thorns in its very own right. The glacial embrace of a winter night stung deeply, indeed. 

Shifting his gaze towards the ever amassing crowd of people, Winter turned his music up with a sigh managing a small gust of air to escape his mouth. His presence was a side effect, to say the best. An event coming to place as he was heading home, from the store. Though, he could not deny the pleasant scent of hot chocolate emanating from the cup in his hands, a addition accompanying the gingerbread cookies offered in stall and home. Christmas, it was a time of year considered magical, and full of delight. Though, as cliche as the scene was, Winter did not consider it a chapter of his life worth a second thought. Hades and he had spent the last two years together, and proceeded to watch the fireworks a few days later. It would be a lie to claim comfort a distance from such hearth, and home. Winter enjoyed it, and being together with his beloved friend was all he had wished. 

It brought a thought to mind, if he was to be honest. Winter had yet to buy a gift for Hades. That cat did love presents, and tearing the paper from place was half the fun. Indeed, the image brought laughter to the young author's ears before he proceeded to sip from his cup. This event probably offered something that mischievous feline would like. 

Trailing the passage of stalls, toys and trinkets, Winter traced the various colorful sights in search for that one trinket which would dot his attention. Something out to manage the feat. 

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What's with all the ancient, thousands year old characters?

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Loved the new post @Shard

@T Risket

Thanks, love!

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One calm breath, after the other. Willow sought to center himself within the hellscape that was this chapel, the holy ground on which he resided until given leave. Not one action was his own, not one thought came to bear without permission. The boy attempted to silence the lingering and ever audible presence within his skull, something which came to be in an age old past. A focus, he needed to have something on which to lay his eyes, and occupy his mind. Though, the scent of pine and a forest's warm embrace did manage to bring an ember to life within the boy's heart. Growler, a creature mocked and shunned within the confines of their prison. The two had a relationship considered silent by any measure, but present, all the same. In a way, Willow viewed the beast with a light of understanding. They were all outcasts, but Growler and Willow, they had grown closer throughout the boy's shackled time within the care of the Holy. 

One could perhaps draw the conclusion that the hairy beast found a sense of care, for those smaller and weaker. Despite a lack of words shared between the cursed human and the faltering link in evolution, their friendship had been forged throughout a year, and was reminiscent of a child's bedtime story. A vicious creature from within the dark depths of a forest came to befriend a boy cast out and shunned. Indeed, Growler had managed to aid Willow in silencing the voices, if ever so slightly. Had things been different, perhaps the two would have known a more comfortable happiness, one without chains at their ankles. 

Of course, there were others present within the chapel, each and every presence offering an opposite sensation than that of the tree creature's embrace. A dark, desert night emanated from the ebony skinned man standing tall and proud a short distance from where Willow had planted his feet. A creature of death, indeed. Willow could sense the passing of life which had left the man's frame, drawing him an undead abomination. Though the boy was a herald of death itself, though the strangulation of life burned like a prism within his heart, there was a respectable caution present between the two. Willow did not know this man well enough to dot his motives, and it would be a fool's choice to trust one whom had lived through life, and returned in death, without a moment's thought. 

This was however drowned out by the beauty which came to join this group of unholy abominations. Willow had not seen her, before. She was a new addition, for sure. What lurked beneath that porcelain skin? There was one truth which bubbled to the surface very quickly in that chapel. Nothing was, as it appeared to be. Nothing, at all. Beyond that beauty, Willow would not deny a darkness which waited to engulf the fair woman. It remained to be seen.

Finally, the presence which brought Willow's heart into a pit within his chest. He had seen this figure before, known as Abel. Ironic, to be sure. Abel? The lamb of God? This thing reeked of a presence comparable to hell, beyond a grave's cold confines. What was there to say about a presence which forced the boy's gaze in another direction, at a mere glance? There was something else there, as well. Midnight had warned Willow not to wander too close to this poisoned fruit, this forbidden nectar. If there was a presence darker than that of which Willow gazed upon, it resided within the shell he viewed. An evil as old as time, itself. The boy would be wise to count his steps, and remain a distance from this abominable mockery of the name Abel. Yes, Willow had managed to pick up a few things about the religion which whipped at his skin, on a daily count. Abel, the one outside of scripture, he fit into the story quite well.

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@T Risket Sorry for the double post, but I am sure Willow and Growl would know each other fairly well, due to their stay there.

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@T Risket Willow has been in the unit for about a year.

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@The Narrator, I took some liberties with describing the cell Willow had. Hope it was okay. I thought it would be fitting to have a more proper and noble interior, given the Knights’ culture.

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@Dawnscroll, I love how you added actual mythological weaknesses to your character.
@Loki Odinson, deep breath, my arachnophobia is screaming, XD.

Oh Lawd...

@Milkman, I think there is. Last time someone joined, the DM said that there was room for one or two more. You can make that an 'or two', I am sure.

Hah, found a song that fits Willow perfectly if he ever turns to the dark side, xD. And, Jeebus. My reply had a bunch of spelling mistakes. Should have fixed all that, now. Have to re-read my stuff before posting.