i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
After his conversation with the fae stallion that leads this land, Reave had fully intended to take his immediate leave. But, as with many things, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. At the beginning, Obscene had mentioned the strange and cryptic mutterings of the creature Reave had been eyeing upon his arrival. Reave has always been rather fond of curiosities and incomprehensible madnesses, so it would likely come as no surprise he chooses to seek out the creature.
As promised, there is no sense to the things it mutters to him, but nonetheless, Reave is delighted. Anyone looking on would see only the strange beast chanting to himself, a trick of sight hiding Reave himself from their spying. Of course, based on the memories that swim around this creature, there are many who had come before him seeking its dubious wisdom. Many who would no doubt be entirely unsurprised to find this so-called Steve muttering madness to nothing but air.
He grows bored easily enough however, and so turns to take his actual leave.
And he might have, had he not spotted the dusky gray and gold girl lingering in the distance. There is something in the history that seems to trail her, something that draws him. He knows immediately she had been something to the stallion who leads this place. Even if her own personal wash of emotions had not been enough, that would have intrigued him enough to reveal himself and approach.
She feels like the point of a knife, her past blazing around her with a razor’s edge. And Reave, who had always been drawn to dangerous edges, grins. With the glow of his own bones washing his features, he must look a sight (frightful to some, morbidly intriguing to others). But the wicked gleam of his bright blue eyes behind the mask is unmistakable.
“Do you always wear your anger like armor?” he asks as he nears, lips twitching his amusement. Of course, he doesn’t need her reply to know the answer, but he is curious what she will make of his question.
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