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Posted on October 23, 2017 at 06:00:23 PM by anapa

Trigger warning: Anapa's posts invariably contain strong death themes.


Thunder crashed through the trees to Anapa’s left, loud as a panicked infant. He paused, turning his head towards the sound. The bone mouse imitated him, its head tilted slightly to one side as though it were trying to listen through ears which had long since rotted away into the earth. A split second later, the woodland parted to emit the racing body of a man, his featured blurred with speed and proximity. Anapa barely had time to brace himself before the man’s foot slammed into his leg, almost tripping himself up. He managed to save himself, just, and pirouetted into a more solid standing position. As he turned to face Anapa, the latter couldn’t help but focus in on his startling eyes: black and gold, streaked like sunset and widened by adrenaline. His words were breathless, the syllables broken by the rise and fall of his trim chest.

“A…?” Anapa repeated, his forehead creasing slightly.

He had little opportunity to consider further. The stranger’s bicolour eyes fell on his mouse, still sat with its head cocked, and his face fell. Anapa was used to that – used to people leaning back, making their excuses, averting their eyes as if unsure what to say – but he hadn’t expected it today. Today he’d sought escape from the stares and muttered gossip of the castle in the peaceful solitude of the woods, and had found it, too, until this man decided to interrupt him with a reminder of his oddity. As if he needed another one.

Anapa closed his fist briefly, releasing the skeleton mouse from its magical imprisonment. Without magic to bind them, the bones collapsed onto the ground in a meaningless cluster. Any laymen glancing upon them would not guess what creature they belonged to.

Happy now?

It shouldn’t bother him, being regarded like that. Ordinarily, it didn’t. But, ordinarily, he expected it; this man had come out of nowhere. With grim hindsight, Anapa knew, too, what it was which must have spooked the stranger. Why would it be anything else?

“Thestrals are harmless to people.” He informed him factually, climbing to his feet and dusting off his robes. They weren’t the same ones he’d arrived on Shaman in, but they were as close a replica as he could find here: black and loose. The main difference was that they required garments to be worn beneath them. His old robes had acted more like a loose dress or toga; these ones were more akin to a cross between a cape and a long coat, displaying the navy blue linen trousers and buttoned grey shirt he wore underneath. The extra layers, Anapa had learned, were a necessity in Shaman’s cooler climate. “And Asper is tame, in any case.”

The edge of his lip curled in the subtlest of ways.

“But I can take him away. You continue…” his dark eyes lingered over the man’s quiver of arrows, slung over his shoulder. “Soldiering?”


A N A P A

image by tinanwang at flickr.com


guess he was pissed about being disturbed??

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