For a long while he only has eyes for their monstrous form. Funny how there is still somehow beauty in the horror before him. Though he has never really given thought to how any of the First's Lightwardens manifest themselves, he finds his gaze drawn to the former Warrior of Light's figure.
Thorny bramble and golden blooms. He wonders if they mean anything. Though he tenses when they look his way, as he expects, they mark him as an unappetising meal and meander away, leaving behind a trail of gold. If he were a better person, he would feel for the Ondo about to become the creature's next banquet. But the lives of the natives don't matter any longer. The First is now condemned. His work here is finished.
He sighs and slumps, only then realising that their satchel had been left behind. He picks it up, and out of idle curiosity, takes a brief look inside.
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Date: 2020-11-20 10:24 pm (UTC)Thorny bramble and golden blooms. He wonders if they mean anything. Though he tenses when they look his way, as he expects, they mark him as an unappetising meal and meander away, leaving behind a trail of gold. If he were a better person, he would feel for the Ondo about to become the creature's next banquet. But the lives of the natives don't matter any longer. The First is now condemned. His work here is finished.
He sighs and slumps, only then realising that their satchel had been left behind. He picks it up, and out of idle curiosity, takes a brief look inside.