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[Sorano]

There was no set destination, no real need for one. Aimlessly it would appear she meandered down the stone walkway, absorbing every site that demanded her attention. A hastily rolled cigarette dangled from between her parched lips as she came upon a homestead, or so she would call it. Large and well kept, she didn’t fight the urge to stop and gawk it its apparent beauty.

She would assume that someone of royal status dwelled within the walls of the mansion. Her only thought on that would be how lonely of a life it must be. Surrounded by people day in and day out, that care only for what you could do for them. No one around that cared an inch of who you really are.

She could only shake her head at these thoughts, what a sad existence. Though she wasn’t completely sure how the royals of this place worked, she had her own ideas. Eager eyes danced over the building from every direction. It was obviously a place that called to people, something about it sang to her, though she was not like most from these parts.

She brought the cigarette to her lips and inhaled until it burned her fingers. Knocking off the fire, she placed the remainder of it in her pocket as she looked the immediate area. Perhaps a tavern would be a good choice for her next stop. Her stomach was beginning to demand nourishment, and her thirst had not been quenched for hours. For now though, she was happy standing exactly where she was, deciding where she would go from here.

[Sorano]

(Daystar wrote)

For seven days, and seven nights, the Son of Song traversed long and far. Seeking an epiphany of some sort, or even a revelation. Something interesting to convince him life was worth living... well... that was a lie. He trekked long and far in search of danger; in search of death. For in death, he could dine with the Goddess of Gods. Though until then, he would exhibit his greatest feats no matter the situation, no matter the cause. Unfortunately, Rocsephon was burdened by these Hume traits telling him he needed to eat and sleep. Such sentiments combated with his heart, but the brain was so much stronger; so much wiser. Rocsephon had to abstain.

Roars thought from a lion would lash out at the world, deriving from the belly of a beast— no, a man, a made man. An aristocrat now, and an ORDER zealot. Though it was evident that his future was damned. Dreams of becoming a tool... a mere weapon... it didn't bother him much, just as long as he got to die one day. Some day. Hopefully soon? If not by the sword, then by starvation because Rocsephon was now pushing his limits. The hunger took a toll on his swag, for he no longer bopped in his stride. He limped from tree to tree; wall to wall and even city to city.

Breath deep. Breath easy. Think not. Act on instinct. It was only then the scent of food piqued his attention. That way. Hurry quick, or collapse on these streets and rot away.

[Sorano]

Arms crossed beneath her bosom as she sighed, still a bit confused on the placement of the nearest tavern in town. Though days now had been spend wondering around, memorizing locations, there was still much she had yet to see. “Well damn.” She glanced to her right down the walkway, only to take note on the form of a man in the distance.

Squinting her eyes, she watched as he staggered from structure, to tree, to anything that would hold his weight. It was evident that he was not well. “Hey, you there, are you alright?” Her steps carried her closer to him, even flowing movements, and the closer she got, the louder his breaths were to her.

Controlled, oddly enough, they seemed, but still she knew he could use some help. It took no time for her to reach his side, and should he not stray from her, she would slide beside him and drape his arm over her shoulders, her own, curling about his waste.

“I was just about to get something to eat, maybe that will help you.” She looked up at him, her 5 foot 5 inch frame dwarfed by his size. Though he would have to lean down on her to achieve any since of stability, she was stronger then she appeared, and would refuse to allow him to fall. “By the way, I’m Sorano.” Again, she glanced around, she remember just around the corner was a pub of sorts, and the aroma of the food was now teasing her nostrils as they turned the corner.

[Sorano]

(Daystar wrote)

S-Sorano eh? ... You shouldn't - aid - strangers... they're no - good.

Despite the feelings he could only express sarcastically, Rocsephon couldn't help but to wonder how she felt. Dear Tellus Mater, Goddess of Life, were you jealous? Did it pain you to see another woman care for your own, especially one who probably knew nothing of you. The thought actually made Rocsephon smile some, though it would effervesce not even a seconds time later. Soon enough, all that was on his mind was... food... and something to drink. Anything to restore all of the energy lost, because it wasn't wise to traverse within this state. Predators lingered on every corner so it seemed, and when living in a world where only the fit survive, no one had the time to be weak. So if you were... change. Now.

... There.


The scent became more potent as his right appendage lifted and pointed to the north. Rocsephon's sense of smell was nothing spectacular, he learned how to use this sense we all were born with better than your average Hume. He was sort of like a wolf, and those who chose not to hone these skills given to them were more like sheep. He stood out on all sorts of levels, but blended in well with the winos and the homeless in this current situation.

You can drop me off at the door... I doubt they'll allow us to enter if they sense trouble.

[Sorano]

“S-Sorano eh? ... You shouldn't - aid - strangers... they're no - good.” She smiled and nodded half heartedly. “Perhaps not, but this land, she calls to me. Word of the Goddess of these lands have filled my ears since I have arrived, and it is she the reason I remain here.” Wonder filled her voice, like a child wide eyed, and excited, though her voice never raised from her mellow tone. “What might Tellus herself think, should I pass up one that needed a hand?”

The smell of food, drink, and stale smoke enveloped them as the door opened and a patron stepped out on the street, and went about his way. She would help the stranger ease to the ground, to have a seat if that is what he desired. “Worry not, I will return promptly.” With that, she slipped through the door of the establishment.

Staying true to her word, only minutes passed before she returned to his side, food and drink in hand. “There is meat, potatoes and bread there, and I brought you water. If you are dehydrated, it will be the best for your system.” She held the food out for him to take, a small package under her arm for herself.

Easing herself down beside him, she began to meekly eat a small portion of the food. “I must admit, this is the most beautiful place I have been in a long time. The sheer presence here is...” There was a pause, much longer then one in a normal conversation. She seemed to zone out, just taking it all in. A smile grew on her face as she looked over at him. “I guess I don’t have to try to describe it, there’s no way anyone can miss it.” Or could they? She really didn’t know, but she felt it, and that was important to her.

She folded the remainder of her food back up in its package, and tucked it in her pocket. It was obvious by the looks of her she wasn’t a big eater, and she never knew when she would have the money to eat, so spending wisely and eating scantily were things she learned quickly. She took a large drink of the cold water, before placing a cigarette between her lips, with a strike of a match, and the smell of sulfur, she inhaled deeply. No better way to end a meal.”If there is nothing else I can do for you, perhaps this is where we are meant to part?” She took another long drag as she waited for his answer, it was kinda pleasant, having someone to talk to, even if he spoke little.

[Sorano]

(Daystar wrote)


Deeply in debt to a woman of no familiarity. Rocsephon thought long to himself after she brought up the subject of parting ways. He didn't really know what he wanted to say at the moment, so he'd yield from the query with thoughts on how he would pay her back. She didn't have to do this. Why did she do this for him? She knows naught. She shall remain in this state of blissful ignorance... for now. Time was up, and the stuffed stomached man would stagger some, and then stand to his feet— a giant in stature though just the normal size of a hume. His presence bestowed a sense of exaggeration— it was his superior swag and nonchalant attitude, it had to be.


Is there anything I can do for you in return?


It was all he had, and all he could ask. There had to be something, though with the thought of training on his mind, it irked him slightly if she had a task for him. But undoubtedly, he would perform whatever task; execute whatever objective she had for Rocsephon. Simply because she could've left him for dead in the streets a few blocks back. Of course, Rocsephon would've found a way to survive, but it probably would've ended up in Elrux drowning in misery and destruction... over a meal. She saved many lives today, she should be proud.

[Sorano]

It was the little things, people so often over looked. The beauty that surrounded them, a child with its mother, the feeling of accomplishment when helping a stranger. The little things, that made life beautiful. She rested her elbows on her knees as she breathed in deeply the little things around her. Only until the stillness was broken by his movement.

He was impressive, to her at least, as he stood up in all his glory. She looked up at him, the sun blazing behind him as he stood there, a chill traveled from nap to neck. She stood, just in time to hear his words. “Is there anything I can do for you in return?”

The silence would be almost uncomfortable, though only lasting seconds. “As a matter of fact, there is.” She stopped once more. There was nothing of monetary value that she needed, the life of a transient taught her that earthly possessions were for the rich, not the poor. She was happy with her simple life, and so her answer she sweetly offered him. “Your name, I’d like to know your name.” An easy request, most would think, but to her it was much more then that.

She was indeed unique, not the average street dweller most probably saw her as. Tellus had a purpose for her, this she was sure of. She wasn’t sure how, what, or why, but she felt it. Things happened for a reason, everything. She strongly believed that every person one met in their life served a purpose, and his purpose would not be over looked by her.

[Sorano]

(Daystar wrote)


She'd carry a million sins had she known his name. Such was no different than making a pact with the Devil. Boy how bliss ignorance could be. His frame would ease up as her request was made clear, his shoulders slouched and his head canted hellward. Blessing her with a gaze filled with verity and awe— lambent and true, and then he would answer her request with but a single word.

Rocsephon.


A single drop of rain would paint the the ground a shade darker. Funny how when his name was spoken, rain would follow without a scent. Thus, compelling the Son of Song to believe that Angels whimpered whenever an innocent entity bore witness to something so well hidden beneath sin. They prayed for Sorano; Rocsephon prayed for her, though his prayers may go unanswered. For only she listened to him, and that was more than enough. So salutations, Sorano, you now lived with a million sins and a million blessings of the Light Bearer, also known as the Son of Song and Son of War. Honest yet stoic. Brave yet merciless. Strong yet weak.

A contradiction wrapped up in a pretty little box with a pretty little bow, and some cute wrap. De ja vu.

[Sorano]

His bearing changed at her meek request, even those eyes, changed with a subtle ease. If only for this moment he experienced, something..anything...she was honored. Topaz hues searched feverishly his own while the opportunity was present. So much could be derived there, and so much, often lost as well.

“Rocsephon.” A single word, yet again, she felt a chill cascade through her being. A quiet patter caught her attention, and her gaze turned to the discolored drop on the ground. Could it be Tellus speaking to her? Her hues returned to Rocesphon, a glint of something in her eyes, would he be observant enough to see?

Boldly, bravely, her hand raised and rested lightly on his bicep. She swallowed hard as her heart ached for reasons unknown. “It is a pleasure to meet you Rocsephon, I thank you for your company, and pray you are feeling better.” With a smile more honest then the heavens, she eased her hand down his arm as she turned from him, only to stop abruptly..

With her back to him still, her voice was barely audible, but she was sure he would hear her. “Sins cannot be forgiven, if the sinner does not let go the grasp of guilt.” Slowly she would turn to him, tucking her hands deep inside her pockets. “She hears you, and you are a beautiful creature.” She had no idea where the words derived from, and frankly she didn’t care. The feeling of pure freedom that sang in her soul was untouchable by any dialogue.

She would gladly carry the sins of a million men, to feel this feeling once more. “Thank you for showing me the little things.”

[Sorano]

(Daystar wrote)


With all of the compliments and communal sentiments, Rocsephon only knew how to react to such one way and one way only. A stoic façade quarreled with thoughts that vociferated and scolded a once tamed mind. To a point so iniquitous and halfhearted, his lips would twitch at the edges as he tried to force a smirk. Strange was the best way he could ever describe this feeling. Why? Simply because he only would smile, smirk, or even show any sign of ebullience was during times of death.

Bemused as to why she would thank him, though deep down inside, he knew why. But the Warrior of God would just brush it off as if it didn’t matter, or as if he were ignorant of such. But, again, why? The walking enigma couldn’t answer these questions could he? Would he? Probably not. Probably.

Alas, an expression that defined truth.

“Hmm... I see. Well... I've one last favor to ask of you, Sorano. It's not much and it would mean a lot to me if you could just... remember this face... this exact expression... because you'll never see it again.”

Though should we ever meet again, I'll treat you so much better. And just like that, Rocsephon was off, on anew journey where he would continue on with his vigorous training. Her company weakened him, for it made him feel lonely, and it took years for him to get use to this loneliness she had awakened. Thoughts of never interdicting paths with Sorano had spawned, but at the same time it made him feel Hume again. And that Hume feeling made him remember his task; his goal— to dine with Tellus Mater after life's demise.

Farewell sweet, Sorano. Till we meet again.

[Sorano]

Life overcomes death. The greatest battle of all. A smile he would receive in return, and forever etched in her mind was this moment. As minuscule though it may appear, she knew, as well as he did, that this was not an ordinary encounter. So there she stood, memorizing every last detail. The sites, the aromas, the feeling inside that could nay be wrong, to the smile that contorted his face in wicked beauty.

“Hmm... I see. Well... I've one last favor to ask of you, Sorano. It's not much and it would mean a lot to me if you could just... remember this face... this exact expression... because you'll never see it again.”

Inwardly, she sang for him to ask anything, everything. Outwardly she nodded at his words. “A task easily accepted. For here...” She placed her index and middle finger on her temple. “...and here.” Slowly, she trailed said fingers to her heart. “..They will forever remain dear Rocsephon. My oath to you.” On his way he would go, and there she would stand until she could see him no more.