i'd like to make myself believe ( appollyon )

i'd like to make myself believe ( appollyon ) Dec 3, 2016 0:54:59 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Dec 3, 2016 0:54:59 GMT -5

Apollyon Endevi

    The sun sullenly slithers beneath the darkness of the rising night's sky as a moon radiates above the ravaged farm land. Breath becomes mist upon exposure to the chilling cold clinging to the night's air. Winter is in full bloom and wheat is withering while cows are crying. Pastures would soon be pulverized by plagues and famines with the coming months as many of their owners would follow their fates. There was no need for additional sight to see what came with every whipping winter when its spindles deadly to the touch span across the District. When death's reapers come calling for suffering souls they come with stomachs starving. Death dawns with every breaking light inside this poor District's damnation. Winter was not a time a luxury but a time of terror.

Beneath the souls of Apollyon's shoes icy soot slickly slides with every step. Above him against a now perfected pitch black portrait stars scattering shimmering. Constellations consist within the cold of space which wraps the world like a blanket. Insignificant is man kind to the massive multitude of an unknown expanding realm. A laugh lifts from the thinly pressed lines of his lips. Mists mingles with the frosty air and a hand hauls through the mess of Apollyon's mangled hair. Sweat stains his skin but feels as though it is freezing to frost, every chance that is available he wipes away the wicked liquid.

Overhead a nightingale glistens against the gleam of the lunar luminescence. A solo song spills from its beak and warbles through the single steps' sounds. Slowly the gale sinks from sight into the vastness of night and alone Apollyon walks amidst the silence of his steps. A new instrument indulges in the quiet symphony as his teeth chatter as though crunching on the dryness of crackers. His hands furrow within the fabric of his pockets as his body veers down a single secluded road.

Light lingers through the darkness meekly from candles lit within a secluded safe haven. Pebbles patter against the ground pelting smaller pebbles in their path. The drumming of the footsteps crescendos as their tempo increases to an allegro. Soon the symphony flourishes into a final fermata ending with the slam of a door. Warmth floods Apollyon's frosted face as flickering fires welcome him home. A voice beckons from beyond in the bedroom and Apollyon acknowledges his sister swiftly. "Just me, Dad's still out at the Strausberg's. Unfortunately for them one of their cows is giving birth. It will be a miracle if the thing survives, but you know Dad, that will be the last thing he is willing to let happen."

A muffled messages meets Apollyon's ears but he ignores it as he hands wrap around the scarf secured to the skin of his neck. Tenderly Apollyon begins to unwind the serpent scarf only to be stopped halfway through by a voice shifting through the silence of the chilling night. Her words bring sadness swiftly to his skin as his scarf his rewrapped and he watches her momentarily from the window while his hands open a file. Surely enough the appointment was proof, a sigh falls from his lips as supplies enter his hands.

Cold creeps once more unwelcomingly onto Apollyon's soul as the front door shuts beneath him and he approaches the girl and her cow. Through the dark of the night the lantern's light helps hardly as Apollyon attempts to asses the situation of the cow. After a minute of attempts Apollyon pulls away from the cow and turns towards its guide for the first time. "The lights not strong enough out here for me to do anything. Please bring it and follow me to our medical stable around the back of the house."

Two minutes later and the door slides suddenly shut behind them. Darkness drips through the entire stable as it lies empty aside from a slumbering horse covered in blankets. Apollyon sighs at the creature having to stay for a few days observance, it had survived a surgery and now had to suffer cold, it was a shame really. Apollyon doesn't dabble long before lighting all the candles in the stable and the two fire places to increase the temperature, slowly but surely. It is only then Apollyon can get a good glance at the cow... and its guide.

Among the lights of the candles the girl seems unamused but not unattractive. Still Apollyon prefers to stay silent except for professional comments unless spoken to. Therefore when he starts fiddling his fingers around the cow's limping leg he looks up to the girl again for a brief moment. "I should inform you my Dad is out at another farm assisting in a birth right now. I'm Apollyon his son, however, you have no reason to be alarmed I have been doing this for a while and promise the best care for the patient. Pertaining to the patient can you explain to me how it happened?"