An End to a new Beginning
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She watched him depart and tasted the bitter aftermath of his subsequent departure upon her tongue. Yurei’s teeth clenched as his cloak billowed behind him that seemed to resemble a startling abjuration of her and himself. He was like beautiful tea leaf that could be consumed, but once he lost his flavor, he could be
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Crow paused with the door handle still in his hand, perhaps because he was curious to what she wished to say. However the pause wasn’t very long when he eventually walks on. He couldn’t or wouldn’t hear anymore of her at this moment. Too much that had happened in that room made him leave.
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[11:50] Melchior Wardell arched a brow when the man he had sent to bring his slave stopped him before he could continue his way to the infirmery. The man, some might consider him a mute, didn’t speak but simply held out his hand to collect the coin he had been promised. Perhaps some would
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Crow watched how the slave girl gathered the silks that he had torn from her body only a few moments ago. He had used her, rough and without any love or affection. He simply had taken her as the beast she was to satisfy his own needs of release. It had been several hands ago
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Yurei should have died and in a sense she did. She died again and again, like the Phoenix of Earth legend who lives for a thousand years, only to build it’s own funeral pyre and cast itself into the flames. As it dies, it is reborn and it ascends from the ashes to live another
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Crow had taken up a room in the Inn and had now taken a seat in the room where food and drinks were served. The slaves that were dressed in precious silks, clearly there to honour the slaver that occupied a building close to it. The girls, beautiful or even exotic, there to lure
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The physician simply inclined his head towards Crow in the briefest of nods. He comprehended the orders and returned to his desk to continue filing paperwork. The only questions that seemed to remain nascent in his brain was what going to be done with the Pani panther the moment she awakened… that is, if
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Crow watched the physician intently when he again turned to the Peacock. He stepped back, uncertain for that moment. How tormented she seemed and how powerless it made him feel. The mere thought of this young woman that had struggled her way through life and eventually had put herself in his arms, regardless if it
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The seizure had arrived just in the time for the physician to distribute a sedative to cease her violent trashing. Her fever had reached a peak that even threatened the very foundation of her immunity. Her tangled and matted black hair remained plastered to the duvet as her body ceased its seemingly impassible flailing. The
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Crow listened and stood there as this power of force, but truly heard what the physician said. It was important to learn what someone was telling. More often than not, one could hear hidden thoughts between words and with it gained knowledge that could be fruitful when used properly. He didn’t nod, nor gave any
Crows Murder 