01-03-2018, 01:50 PM
There were so many emotions at the edges of her senses. Love, lust, desire were common place in the Red Light District. Hatred, sadness, desperation, all had their place in this underworld of life. Even happiness and joy could be found. But there was burning beacon of rage behind her. It came on suddenly, and before Aria could take a look at the feeling it was gone.
She'd gotten a general direction. But Aria hadn't gotten a who, it was gone before she knew it. It was not something she expected. There was violence in a place like this, and rage was common place, but this, this felt different. Displaced, not at a given thing or moment, displaced, judged and then winked out.
Aria stopped her forward momentum and slid into the shadows of the alleyway beside her. The last one she remembered greatest had been the one where Dane had killed a Draniaka. He'd been the foresight and Aria found the body. It had been the start of the end and so much more.
Aria sat in the shadows on an old crate. She could see down the end of the street, but the shadows were deep and her form obsured by the other debris in the area.
Aria sat and waited. If the rage came at her she'd be wary, but for now she was not going to take her own rage out. There was no rush. The Atharim and the godlings were going no where, but this new found threat - well maybe it would die tonight with Dane's calm!
She'd gotten a general direction. But Aria hadn't gotten a who, it was gone before she knew it. It was not something she expected. There was violence in a place like this, and rage was common place, but this, this felt different. Displaced, not at a given thing or moment, displaced, judged and then winked out.
Aria stopped her forward momentum and slid into the shadows of the alleyway beside her. The last one she remembered greatest had been the one where Dane had killed a Draniaka. He'd been the foresight and Aria found the body. It had been the start of the end and so much more.
Aria sat in the shadows on an old crate. She could see down the end of the street, but the shadows were deep and her form obsured by the other debris in the area.
Aria sat and waited. If the rage came at her she'd be wary, but for now she was not going to take her own rage out. There was no rush. The Atharim and the godlings were going no where, but this new found threat - well maybe it would die tonight with Dane's calm!