Magnal found it odd that the Elynians said nothing about the blood staining his visage. Then again, perhaps they had seen many in the same state and believed that it was nothing that couldn't be helped by a little sustenance. The hunger was again beginning to gnaw at the edges of Magnal's consciousness, and he smacked his lips, relishing the taste of blood. He considered it a moment, but quickly realized that should he attack anyone here, there were enough Elynians in every direction to overpower him. Using the water and towels, he tried to rid himself of the blood that was on him. At least, the blood that would come off. Some of it seemed stuck to his skin.
The Elynians also handed him a little food and drink. "Eat while we walk to the Spire," said one of them. While they walked, Magnal noticed Fajra and fell into a gentle pace beside her. Magnal gnawed on the handful of leaves that had been given to him. They were bitter and sour at the same time and not at all savory, but it did keep the hunger at bay. Even for him, though he knew he could fight his way through a lot of the Elynians present, the fact that he could see no exits or that there was nearly nothing familiar about the underground city made him disconcerted. In fact, he never noticed the "Spire" until that moment because it blended in so well with the background.
"Who leads here?" he wondered.
"It's hard to explain. Come, they are perhaps the oddest creatures you will ever set your sights on" with that, all conversation dropped off completely and their small group walked to the Spire in silence. Magnal glanced every so often at Fajra, making sure that the one familiar thing was still there.
When they strode through the wide arch at the base of the spire, what greeted them was indeed a bizarre pair of creatures, the likes of which he had never seen before in Elyne. Magnal could find no words to describe them, but they looked like a pair of fluffy, large lizards with four thin appendages with a pair hanging from under their jaw and a pair from behind their ears. In other worlds, they would've been called dragons, but they possessed no wings. They stood tall, proud and strong on their four legs, and their tails, much like the rest of their bodies seemed to thrum with power.
Now that he thought about it, Magnal could feel an almost static tingle on his skin just being in the proximity of the pair. One was
purplish-pink, and the other was a
pale blue. Who they were, he did not know. None of the songs or stories that had ever been played in the streets of Sol made mention of them. What they were, Magnal could not even begin to fathom.
The Blue spoke. "It is fortunate that Oath had the forethought to build this place..."
"Hush, Malkuthe, we have new arrivals." The Purple turned to Magnal's small group and said "Welcome. I am Saffyre, and--" gesturing with one of the four appendages attached to her head, she gestured towards the blue "--this is Malkuthe. We have arrived to offer you a little aid in this matter. We cannot stay for long, however, and we have only..." she trailed off, as though trying to grasp at something incomprehensible.
"Four hours until we leave this realm." finished Malkuthe for her. "And then we must return to the Hall."
"What are you?" asked Magnal.
In unison, the two spoke "We are Eternals."
Corvus rode the drafts of wind that were slowly carrying it to the city of Sol. By then, it had taken over nearly half of the flock of thirty. Amongst the other flock leaders, Corvus was high up in the pecking order. Mainly because it was obvious that many of its flock followed it with utter, dogged obedience. None suspected the true sinister side to it, but finding Corvus' sinister side was easier said than done.
Corvus decided to rest for the night. It alighted on a branch in the nearby wood and managed to notice a Wisp racing through the trees. It was followed by the dull thump and rustle of around 29 more Murders alighting on nearby branches. Corvus sent out a thought to the Wisp.
"Why the rush?" it asked. Feeling around the Wisp's consciousness, Corvus discovered its name.
"--Sharv" he added.
Perhaps it could use this Wisp to experiment whether it could take over the minds of Tenebrae larger than it. That or perhaps it could use the Wisp to cover its hunting for Elynians. Either way, it wanted an ally at the moment, if only to survive the bloodshed that would surely accompany the "feast"
