01-08-2021, 08:20 PM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
She'd seen a lot of things in her life. Everything from watching someone fall from the skies, to an entire invasion of vengeful spirits in the library. But there was nothing that was going to replace the sounds of agony mixing with the unholy chorus of fire crackling as taking everything with it into the night sky. That was a sort of sound she'd expect from the deepest reaches of Hell.
As she was beyond dead, Arrow did not need sleep, and so she chose to never take her rest. It wasn't as if she was missing anything anyway, when she was alive sleep became her enemy. And even if she had slept, she surely would have been awoken by the raging inferno and screams of the damned as Elsweyr's entire body melted away. Not exactly the soothing sounds a restless soul would use to sleep well at night, unless you were someone like Stryker, perhaps. The very obvious con to this lied in being awake and conscious to see the place go up in flames, and as Arrow watched with a sense of horror that she had only ever felt once in her entire existence on this bitch of an Earth, the ghost would soon become almost unnoticeable without a shadow as the ground beneath reflected the brightest orange light she'd ever seen.
There was nothing she could have done.
What she had expected by morning was nothing, or perhaps blackened remains of charred bone, what had once been a woman she had just watched get promoted to a proud position. She had almost been too scared to investigate, having simply stayed where she was, wide eyed, until the fire began to die out into nothing, the same as the cabin that had once been there, mere hours ago. Her ears twitched as she still heard a gentle crackling from within, and it was enough to get her paws moving forward, albeit in a way one could only describe as disconnected, autopilot. She smelled nothing but cinder and smoke, nearly choked on it despite never needing air.
She had been right about hearing the fire still, what she had been wrong about was what remained.
"Elsweyr? You're not bones?" Arrow asked, voice cracking as she softly wheezed from shock and disbelief, large ears pinned back against her head. A weak laugh passed her lips, which were pulled into a shaky, nervous smile. "The place went up in flames, watched it burn to the...to the ground. You sounded like you were dyin', I thought you were dead."
She'd seen a lot of things in her life. Everything from watching someone fall from the skies, to an entire invasion of vengeful spirits in the library. But there was nothing that was going to replace the sounds of agony mixing with the unholy chorus of fire crackling as taking everything with it into the night sky. That was a sort of sound she'd expect from the deepest reaches of Hell.
As she was beyond dead, Arrow did not need sleep, and so she chose to never take her rest. It wasn't as if she was missing anything anyway, when she was alive sleep became her enemy. And even if she had slept, she surely would have been awoken by the raging inferno and screams of the damned as Elsweyr's entire body melted away. Not exactly the soothing sounds a restless soul would use to sleep well at night, unless you were someone like Stryker, perhaps. The very obvious con to this lied in being awake and conscious to see the place go up in flames, and as Arrow watched with a sense of horror that she had only ever felt once in her entire existence on this bitch of an Earth, the ghost would soon become almost unnoticeable without a shadow as the ground beneath reflected the brightest orange light she'd ever seen.
There was nothing she could have done.
What she had expected by morning was nothing, or perhaps blackened remains of charred bone, what had once been a woman she had just watched get promoted to a proud position. She had almost been too scared to investigate, having simply stayed where she was, wide eyed, until the fire began to die out into nothing, the same as the cabin that had once been there, mere hours ago. Her ears twitched as she still heard a gentle crackling from within, and it was enough to get her paws moving forward, albeit in a way one could only describe as disconnected, autopilot. She smelled nothing but cinder and smoke, nearly choked on it despite never needing air.
She had been right about hearing the fire still, what she had been wrong about was what remained.
"Elsweyr? You're not bones?" Arrow asked, voice cracking as she softly wheezed from shock and disbelief, large ears pinned back against her head. A weak laugh passed her lips, which were pulled into a shaky, nervous smile. "The place went up in flames, watched it burn to the...to the ground. You sounded like you were dyin', I thought you were dead."