what remains // Charlie & Thomas {Blitz}
Sept 3, 2018 17:31:25 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Sept 3, 2018 17:31:25 GMT -5
Charlie Opasion
An auburn aura settles over the dim light of the sewage tunnels. The falling footsteps of beaten bodies harmonizes with the subtle sobs of orphaned children. The fresh gold of a fallen Father shines sternly on my wrist, the final flames of a once great dragon. Eyes ignited by rage, fear, and desperation turn towards the boy king born from the blood of brothers and sister. A young dragon brought forth from the battlefield with victory's sour taste tainting his tongue. A new leader levied up from the heart of his gang's den.
Small stout features appear from the shadows spurring Charlie's crimson knife of flames to the neck of one of his old equals, another picked one day for rule over the horde. The other boy's flicker of fear relinquishes the knife back into Charlie's pocket as with one hand he signals his group to cease movement for a moment. There is no hesitation to his order, there is no mutiny for they all know the blood that this boy king's crown is created from. There will be no defiance to his place at the table of Heads.
"The safe house is another few segments of sewers west. We estimate about a month or two there before we will have to relocate again."
Charlie nods before summoning his other past equals turned lessers to his side. "Xandra, Connor, Wynn, you all go ahead and secure the safe house. Set up a perimeter, make sure anyone in the area knows its our territory now." They begin to move when suddenly Charlie stops them briefly, "And avoid Peace Keeper attention at all costs."
They scurry off like rats into the dark as Charlie now signals again for the main group to continue pushing onward. As he continues at the point of the pack a new thought of something he had forgotten in the chaos crawls into his mind. His hand grabs the arm of his friend Silas and the order he gives him is clear and simple.
"Find Tommy, and bring him to me."
Small stout features appear from the shadows spurring Charlie's crimson knife of flames to the neck of one of his old equals, another picked one day for rule over the horde. The other boy's flicker of fear relinquishes the knife back into Charlie's pocket as with one hand he signals his group to cease movement for a moment. There is no hesitation to his order, there is no mutiny for they all know the blood that this boy king's crown is created from. There will be no defiance to his place at the table of Heads.
"The safe house is another few segments of sewers west. We estimate about a month or two there before we will have to relocate again."
Charlie nods before summoning his other past equals turned lessers to his side. "Xandra, Connor, Wynn, you all go ahead and secure the safe house. Set up a perimeter, make sure anyone in the area knows its our territory now." They begin to move when suddenly Charlie stops them briefly, "And avoid Peace Keeper attention at all costs."
They scurry off like rats into the dark as Charlie now signals again for the main group to continue pushing onward. As he continues at the point of the pack a new thought of something he had forgotten in the chaos crawls into his mind. His hand grabs the arm of his friend Silas and the order he gives him is clear and simple.
"Find Tommy, and bring him to me."
