Post by Talbot Grimes on Jul 31, 2021 10:38:39 GMT -6
Talbot had long grown used to the silence, on most days unwavering asides from the occasional call of a crow, and the scamper of some small rodent as it scurried across uneven wooden boards. Few made the effort to seek the chemist out, and he preferred that.
Of course, some people were exceptions.
The sound was distinct, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. He reacts slowly, sitting up from where he was leaned over his desk, brow furrowing as he turns to look at the open doorway of his makeshift home. A moment passed in silence, with his hollow eyes still fixated on the entrance, before he stood up, cane then in hand. It was used to take the first few steps, but as he neared his destination Talbot was quick to brandish it. He scanned the forest, searching for even the slightest movement between thin trees, but if there was anything out there, the fog was doing one hell of a job covering it. Maybe it had all just been a trick of the mind, his imagination running wild? Or perhaps The Entity just teasing him, their connections didn’t mean he was immune to her odd trickery. With a sigh, The Blight turned back around, retreating into his shelter…
Until something darted just out of his view. There had to be something there. His grip on his weapon tightened, and the man let out a low, guttural sound, a vague “who goes there” that could hardly be made out from it’s lack of hard consonants.
Of course, some people were exceptions.
The sound was distinct, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. He reacts slowly, sitting up from where he was leaned over his desk, brow furrowing as he turns to look at the open doorway of his makeshift home. A moment passed in silence, with his hollow eyes still fixated on the entrance, before he stood up, cane then in hand. It was used to take the first few steps, but as he neared his destination Talbot was quick to brandish it. He scanned the forest, searching for even the slightest movement between thin trees, but if there was anything out there, the fog was doing one hell of a job covering it. Maybe it had all just been a trick of the mind, his imagination running wild? Or perhaps The Entity just teasing him, their connections didn’t mean he was immune to her odd trickery. With a sigh, The Blight turned back around, retreating into his shelter…
Until something darted just out of his view. There had to be something there. His grip on his weapon tightened, and the man let out a low, guttural sound, a vague “who goes there” that could hardly be made out from it’s lack of hard consonants.
