#abstracted
Prompt 30: Abstracted
Pale blue eyes peered out from the debris of the Brume. A lone Duskwight left to his own devices in the rubble, moving rock and brick around in the shape of some sort of dwelling. It was rather creative to a mortal so thought the broodling.
Inquisitive thought drove him forward out of hiding, his own clothing a tattered mess and he certainly looked the part.
“Need help. For shelter?” The lightness of his eyes starkly contrasting from his skin and hair, and his seemingly innocent inquiry was met with apprehensive guard.
“I uh, think I got it. Thank you. There’s plenty around if you need a sleep hole made. Keeps the wind off you at the least.” Helpful information from one Duskwight to another in a city where equality was still a chore at times. Thing were better, but considering how bad they were and for how long, the road ahead will still long.
“Ahh, yes. The wind.” A gruff voice which did not match the age the flesh portrayed caused more walls to go up from one stranger to the other but he continued to work on in the presence of the bright eyed man before him.
“So… You got a name or something? Otherwise go stare like a creep somewhere else.” Another brick was set down, set sturdy by the formation around it. A small archway, amazingly well made for such crude materials.
“Just admiring the skill shown.” And with those words he makes his way off.
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The nights were getting colder and however cold Coerthas was, it proved it could always hey colder. The makeshift shelter was in full use, and it’s crafter lay long within, throat torn open, legs on fire from the candle which burned within to give what little heat it could.
Shoving his body within and using more debris to block the opening, a passerby spots the act.
“Taince? That you? It’s a bit early to turn in yet, I thought we were going to try the Crozier tonight.
Taince? Wh-” The wet gurgle of blood as a curved blade opens his throat and a unnaturally strong grip grabs his mouth.
“Taince, I like that name. So few a mortal will name their murder.” As life slipped from him, the last moments he was was those pale blue eyes turn from man to the eyes of a brood. Tearing away in a near instant, the newly named had taken two lives and a name for himself. There were still a devout few of the Horde, and this one was not done.