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An AIM rp log between Thalion and honey.roasted.ferrets
Blue - Silence Shepherd
Brown - Lainnir
Blue - Silence Shepherd
Brown - Lainnir
His pale hands gripped onto the reigns until the leather bit into his hands and drove his knuckles white. The cliffs in the distance almost seemed to glare his way. They hadn't looked so bad a few hours ago- of course, a few hours ago there had been sunlight and the sound of birds chirping as they picked their meals from the soft earth of the field.
It had been a long trek from Iona Abbey, much longer than Silence had expected. The territory had been a bit more rugged as well.
However, father Davison had been right...they weren't going to spread the gospel sitting in one abbey. He was appointed a missionary. He almost scoffed at his prior excitement and his eager acceptance of the offer.
"Don't let it frighten you, Brutis...", me muttered to the large oxen pulling his small wagon. It was all he owned. Money, posessions, and supplies enough to last him until he could set to building his own sancuary- pathetic as it would be for the first few years.
Of course- he was speaking more to himself than anything. The oxen didn't so much as turn his large head as he continued forward.
He was no help..."L'eterna stella sei..." He sang quietly to himself, fighting the quiver in his voice as he forced his eyes forward, "Nella mia preghiera...."
The leader of the Dachaidh was currently hopping through tall branches, weaving his way through the largest trees that lined the dirt road. Coincidentally the one that the young human was traveling on. It was the only large road that lead to the village, so it was frequented by man humans. So when Lainnir caught the sound of someone singing, it didn't surprise him.
The tune, however, did. He'd never heard anything like it before. He had spent much of his life around humans, so it was rare to come upon a song that he wasn't at least a little familiar with. The young gargoyle crouched down on his perch, leaning forward to peer down through the branches. It was probably a merchant coming to town, something wishing to trade furs or other goods.
Lainnir's curiosity won out, and his wings extended until the skin was taunt, the wind quickly catching it. He glided down expertly until he came crashing down onto the road ahead of the cart. Far enough as to not startle the Ox too much, but the human might be a different matter...
He raised his head, his wings cloaking him in shadow for a moment. He probably seemed like some demonic entity, the way the dim moonlight caught his eyes, or the way his horns protruded menacingly from his forehead... but really, he meant no harm! So, almost innocently, he stood and turned to great him.
Borus kept on the road dully listening to his rider sing, unaware of its meaning or significance. In fact- it was just a sound for all he cared. It wasn't until the winged being appeared in the road that Borus seemed to have any motivation beyond simply walking. He came to a sharp stop and let out a snort.
"Borus, what's gotten-", Silence raised the reigns to snap them gently on the oxen's back. When the creature failed to respond he lifted his head, eyes searching through the darkness.
And he froze. Dusty blue eyes widened. A demon!? It couldn't be- he was driving too long! That was it. The forgien food too! It didn't agree with him! Maybe it was a joke by the locals to frighten him off? That wasn't unheard of either! Why friar Peters had been run out of his home by a prank!
Still, the young man remained motionless and silent, waiting for the 'hoax' to move or for his imagination to right itself back into the realm of reality.
Lainnir stood, his wings fluttering in the wind before they were wrapped tightly around him. His claw-like thumbs hooked into the belt around his waist as he regarded the cart before him.
"Greetings, human!" He called out, his voice deep but kind. The gargoyle took a few steps towards the cart, one hand extending towards the Ox's nose to pet it. "A nice night, is it not?"
He could be clearly seen now, the moon peeking out from behind a thick cloud, lighting the area a bit more. The clan leader grinned widely, a bit awkwardly. He loved humans, and was never afraid of them, but it was hard to be completely welcoming around newcomers. You never knew how they'd react...
While the ox took the greeting fairly well, even extending its neck out to meet the stranger's hand with his nose- his driver did not.
All the color seemed to drain from the already pale man's face as his lips began to quiver, attempting -and failing- to form words that only seemed to catch in his throat.
His mind raced, pleading his body to respond in some way, any way! The combonation of a racing heart, racing mind, and trembling body resulted in a single, shrill sound- a scream.
When he had time to think back on it- Silence would likely curse himself for the reaction, but presently a school-girl scream and a jump back in his seat seemed to suffice. It was something!
Lainnir jerked and stepped backwards in surprise, widened blinking slowly. Sure, some humans were afraid when they first saw him, but he'd never seen anyone scream like that! The sound echoed through the trees a little, and he grimaced from the slight ringing it left in his ears.
"Ah... Sir?" He blinked at him again, now composed. One step closer, than another. He didn't want to freak him out again. "Ha... you must not be from around here! You'll get used to it though, ah... are you alright?" He moved to the side of the cart and peeked over the edge, where he had fallen back.
"My name is Lainnir, what's yours, human?" He tried not to sound too forceful, but his curiosity was just too much to handle! The town was growing more populated each year, but few people traveled from so far away. So when it did happen, he was usually one of the first to welcome- and bombard them with questions.
Silence was laying stiff as a board on his back, still gripping onto the reigns as if his life depended on them. Borus hardly noticed. Maybe the old oxen wasn't the best choice of the stock...too late to fix that now.
As the creature came around, only the human's eyes moved- though much of his vision was now blocked by a curtain of blonde that had fallen around his face. Perhaps it was for the best.
He didn't answer for quite a time, he was breathing in hard, forced pants. A trembling hand slowly moved up to the cross that hung about his neck while the other remained firmly on the reigns. Oh Christ above! It's a demon! Horns and everything...
It was talking to him, he slowly realized. Used to it? Used to what!? Used to flying bat people on the road!? If that was the case, returning to England was sounding better and better. At least it didn't seem...terribly savage- or intent on devouring his soul- or anything else attatched to him.
Name! He had a name...what was it- should he give it out? What if he didn't!? He could eat him right then and there! He had so much to live for! Then again- if he did it could be a demon trick, maybe he'd be able to control him if he knew!
"Oh God...", He resigned from sitting himself up. Any movements could set it off! Then what? He'd never fought in his life. The one time he'd been caught in a fight, he'd been reduced to a sobbing mess! And it had been one of the dairy girls.
"Silence." He answered finally, his voice choking on the words, "Silence Shepherd....Missionary..."
