01-11-2025, 02:59 PM
It took Sasha a while to understand what Oriena was shouting into the heavens. His mind was fogged over with loss of something. The warmth escaped him and Oriena... her name was Oriena. He still head the bag she preferred in his hand. The smooth glass shard he'd found so long ago clutched between his fingers in the other and he squeezed tighter, the raw edge of the damage he'd yet to inspect cut into his skin.
The bit sparked the memory, the raw power. He remembered what he'd done and he gripped the shard harder and pulled upon the power inside. It was glorious and fulfilling like nothing he'd ever felt. Sasha stood up. Wielding this destruction he felt like a different person. The power flashed in front of him and fire erupted in front of Oriena to impede her way. It was only a brief wall, a moment or two to stop her. He called to her from where he stood watching her. "This is Zeke's doing? This feeling is Zeke?" He turned in the direction the feeling came from. It wasn't from everywhere, but he could point if she so desire to know where The Angel of the Undercity was at the moment.
The rain still fell but Sasha's fires were all raging inside, none of them burned in the world around him. Sasha back towards Oriena and made a decision. He walked in front of her, pushed the small bag with her favor at her chest. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't meant to be nice. "On me." He said and shoved her not so gently pushing her away. She wanted to walk. Okay... But he'd said he'd share, and he was nothing if not a man of his word.
Sasha looked past her and towards where that menacing presence lie. He wondered if Zeke felt him in the same way. He drew upon the power, drank in as much as he could, it seared his soul. It brightened the world, but he knew if he drew more he might perish in the flames.
The bit sparked the memory, the raw power. He remembered what he'd done and he gripped the shard harder and pulled upon the power inside. It was glorious and fulfilling like nothing he'd ever felt. Sasha stood up. Wielding this destruction he felt like a different person. The power flashed in front of him and fire erupted in front of Oriena to impede her way. It was only a brief wall, a moment or two to stop her. He called to her from where he stood watching her. "This is Zeke's doing? This feeling is Zeke?" He turned in the direction the feeling came from. It wasn't from everywhere, but he could point if she so desire to know where The Angel of the Undercity was at the moment.
The rain still fell but Sasha's fires were all raging inside, none of them burned in the world around him. Sasha back towards Oriena and made a decision. He walked in front of her, pushed the small bag with her favor at her chest. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't meant to be nice. "On me." He said and shoved her not so gently pushing her away. She wanted to walk. Okay... But he'd said he'd share, and he was nothing if not a man of his word.
Sasha looked past her and towards where that menacing presence lie. He wondered if Zeke felt him in the same way. He drew upon the power, drank in as much as he could, it seared his soul. It brightened the world, but he knew if he drew more he might perish in the flames.