07-24-2017, 03:05 AM
It was a few hours after that they’d parted ways with the strange plant man, that Rasteva began to miss him. He’d been talkative, though that was something that the Daemon hadn’t minded. In fact, they enjoyed the man’s company immensely. Valerie had been a veritable font of knowledge and their help, though brief had been immense.
They had whiled away the passing Blizzard inside the cave, talking about nothing in particular and for a moment the Daemon had been able to forget their troubles. Good company tended to do that, but as with most things pleasant, it had come to an end. As much as they’d have liked to Rasteva could not lurk around a cave forever and nor could Valerie. The man apparently had some unattended business to take care of, and while the Daemon had wanted to go with him he knew that it would do neither of them any good in the end. Rasteva’s business was already dangerous as it was and they had little reason to fear anything. The fact that they could not die permanently within this realm had somewhat lessened their concerns, but the small man did not have such a luxury.
Loathe as they were to leave a potential guide in this strange realm behind, Rasteva had no desire to see Valerie get eaten by an irate Dragon.
Their parting of ways was not overly long or sentimental. Sentiment was not something the Daemon considered worthwhile in any form. But it was amicable enough, and both travelers agreed to speak again should they ever cross path on their respective journeys. Rasteva could not say where when or how they would meet again or if they’d even meet at all, but the thought of having even ONE ally in this frozen Hellscape was comforting, even if they were not one they saw on a constant basis.
Rasteva continued their trek across the Snowy plains in earnest, cutting a trail through the freshly fallen snow left in the wake of the Blizzard. The Mountains were still a long ways off and did not seem to be much closer than they had been when their journey started but it did little to bother the Daemon. They could easily walk through the night and did not need to stop for food or rest. The Ravens flapped overhead, cawing loudly every now and again, perching on the Daemon’s horns whenever they became tired. Rasteva was not sure what they’d done to attract the attention of the birds to the degree that they’d stay with the Daemon, but the armored behemoth didn’t have it in them to complain. Since parting ways with Valerie, the birds had once more become the Daemon’s only company and they had no desire to lose them either.
Whether the hours passed quickly or slowly, the Daemon could not be sure. Time was not something they often kept track of and they had no reason to start now. But if the sun dipping below the horizon was any indication, they’d been walking for a long time. The Ravens perched together on Rasteva’s horns, huddling close to keep warm in the cold winds. Rasteva continued to trudge onward, even as the darkness became deeper around them. The stars were soon the only thing they had to light their way and he Daemon could not help but let out a deep rumbling sigh. They were cold stars, unforgiving and unfamiliar and Rasteva briefly wondered if there was any point to what they were doing at all. The one called Omni said that they could not leave, would NEVER leave and the Daemon fought back a surge of irritation at the thought of him. Was this their fate? Left to wander across infinite planes for the amusement of some God? What then, was the point of their quest? In the end, it would change nothing. Rasteva knew that they were locked into this existence until the end of time itself and that they might as well lay down in the snow and stay there for all eternity as things would all end in the same way.
But still, the Daemon trudged on through the snow. Rasteva had never been a creature known for putting forth effort when they knew it would do them no good in the end. Why waste time and energy when the future was laid out clearly before you? Why bother when all effort put forth would leave you with nothing to show for it? Rasteva had no answer to any of those questions. They could foresee no solution to their predicament any better than the Ravens sitting astride their horns could. And yet even still they urged themselves forward through the snow. Even without saying, without even knowing Rasteva’s mind had already been made up. So long as they could move, they could fight. So long as the Daemon lived they could do something. And so long as something could be done, the Daemon knew that they possessed in their hands a chance at escape. It was small, and it was frail. Barely a whisper of a thought, but it existed as much as they did. And so long as this sliver of hope remained, Rasteva would pursue it, even to the end of existence.
The Daemon trudged through the snow, and the stars watched their passing in silence.
They had whiled away the passing Blizzard inside the cave, talking about nothing in particular and for a moment the Daemon had been able to forget their troubles. Good company tended to do that, but as with most things pleasant, it had come to an end. As much as they’d have liked to Rasteva could not lurk around a cave forever and nor could Valerie. The man apparently had some unattended business to take care of, and while the Daemon had wanted to go with him he knew that it would do neither of them any good in the end. Rasteva’s business was already dangerous as it was and they had little reason to fear anything. The fact that they could not die permanently within this realm had somewhat lessened their concerns, but the small man did not have such a luxury.
Loathe as they were to leave a potential guide in this strange realm behind, Rasteva had no desire to see Valerie get eaten by an irate Dragon.
Their parting of ways was not overly long or sentimental. Sentiment was not something the Daemon considered worthwhile in any form. But it was amicable enough, and both travelers agreed to speak again should they ever cross path on their respective journeys. Rasteva could not say where when or how they would meet again or if they’d even meet at all, but the thought of having even ONE ally in this frozen Hellscape was comforting, even if they were not one they saw on a constant basis.
Rasteva continued their trek across the Snowy plains in earnest, cutting a trail through the freshly fallen snow left in the wake of the Blizzard. The Mountains were still a long ways off and did not seem to be much closer than they had been when their journey started but it did little to bother the Daemon. They could easily walk through the night and did not need to stop for food or rest. The Ravens flapped overhead, cawing loudly every now and again, perching on the Daemon’s horns whenever they became tired. Rasteva was not sure what they’d done to attract the attention of the birds to the degree that they’d stay with the Daemon, but the armored behemoth didn’t have it in them to complain. Since parting ways with Valerie, the birds had once more become the Daemon’s only company and they had no desire to lose them either.
Whether the hours passed quickly or slowly, the Daemon could not be sure. Time was not something they often kept track of and they had no reason to start now. But if the sun dipping below the horizon was any indication, they’d been walking for a long time. The Ravens perched together on Rasteva’s horns, huddling close to keep warm in the cold winds. Rasteva continued to trudge onward, even as the darkness became deeper around them. The stars were soon the only thing they had to light their way and he Daemon could not help but let out a deep rumbling sigh. They were cold stars, unforgiving and unfamiliar and Rasteva briefly wondered if there was any point to what they were doing at all. The one called Omni said that they could not leave, would NEVER leave and the Daemon fought back a surge of irritation at the thought of him. Was this their fate? Left to wander across infinite planes for the amusement of some God? What then, was the point of their quest? In the end, it would change nothing. Rasteva knew that they were locked into this existence until the end of time itself and that they might as well lay down in the snow and stay there for all eternity as things would all end in the same way.
But still, the Daemon trudged on through the snow. Rasteva had never been a creature known for putting forth effort when they knew it would do them no good in the end. Why waste time and energy when the future was laid out clearly before you? Why bother when all effort put forth would leave you with nothing to show for it? Rasteva had no answer to any of those questions. They could foresee no solution to their predicament any better than the Ravens sitting astride their horns could. And yet even still they urged themselves forward through the snow. Even without saying, without even knowing Rasteva’s mind had already been made up. So long as they could move, they could fight. So long as the Daemon lived they could do something. And so long as something could be done, the Daemon knew that they possessed in their hands a chance at escape. It was small, and it was frail. Barely a whisper of a thought, but it existed as much as they did. And so long as this sliver of hope remained, Rasteva would pursue it, even to the end of existence.
The Daemon trudged through the snow, and the stars watched their passing in silence.
Everybody makes mistakes. Mine was bothering to get out of bed this morning.