'Shem' ([personal profile] shemshepherd) wrote in [community profile] fallers_rpg 2020-02-13 06:25 am (UTC)

definitely incoming spoilers tbh

That voice.

That is not a voice he recognizes, but immediately there is a weight to the air, one that isn't coming from the goatherd himself. He shifts, minutely so- something is wrong, he feels it, and so too does the dragon given how it begins to give a low, and croaking hiss.

"Shhhhh..." he reassures it with a hand, slowly moving to stand. The staff gripped in one hand as he slowly turns his head. It can't be them. It simply can't. It feels like them but not, feels so....

Wrong, truly, an edge of darkness to the eyes that the boy he knew does not have. Should not have.

(But what if he does, asks a voice in his mind, unanswered by visions.)

That's a lot of gold though. A lot of it...

"Us?" he questions, not quite looking the other in the eyes. "...That implies I shouldn't be able to tell you apart you know...."

...

The goat herd looks sad. Disappointed. He seems...

"....what have you done to yourself..."

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