chaele
worship like a dog
She is forced to regard him from the side, her forward vision blocked by the wide brow of her mask. The antlers sway like branches in a breeze as she shifts slowly from one eye to the other, as if a better angle on him might illuminate some unseen thing. The scars, the posture, the eyes are each pieces of a whole that she cannot fathom, a history she only knows from second-hand tales. His insinuations escape her, so she steps ever closer.
“It was a worthy hunt,” she answers honestly, a weathered hand rising from beneath her cloak in a gesture that resembles a shrug. Her voice regains some of its timbre as she goes on. “The land alone sees my true face, but this one is suitable for... strangers. When it no longer serves its purpose, I will find another.”
Perhaps her candor will be met with candor in turn.
Once Chaele is about a man’s length from him, she lowers into a probing crouch. With rune-carved forearms perched on her knees and eyes that wander in examination of the world around them, she is prepared to rise again at a moment’s notice. “What are you waiting for?” is the obvious question, but she cannot help but add a bit of unbidden advice. “The scavengers always return, if you give them enough time.”
“It was a worthy hunt,” she answers honestly, a weathered hand rising from beneath her cloak in a gesture that resembles a shrug. Her voice regains some of its timbre as she goes on. “The land alone sees my true face, but this one is suitable for... strangers. When it no longer serves its purpose, I will find another.”
Perhaps her candor will be met with candor in turn.
Once Chaele is about a man’s length from him, she lowers into a probing crouch. With rune-carved forearms perched on her knees and eyes that wander in examination of the world around them, she is prepared to rise again at a moment’s notice. “What are you waiting for?” is the obvious question, but she cannot help but add a bit of unbidden advice. “The scavengers always return, if you give them enough time.”
at the shrine of my lies
