"We were both broken glasses, how could we have touched each other without bleeding?",
Shroud
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We were both unfinished stories, getting dusty on this chessboard of life. For a long time, we were in a stalemate, then...
I stood on a rooftop overlooking the mayhem that was the port of Hunainia. The bustling port never seems to slumber not even in the dead of the night. It was beautiful chaos, a perfect blend of different languages and cultures, debauchery and sophistication.
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"I need out!", His voice didn't scare me but it did leave goosebumps behind. I schooled my features into neutrality as I turned to the Ghilan.
He was still dressed like the zuffian, I looked at it in disdain. " Shouldn't you be in another outfit?", I inquired. Zikria portrays a striking tall figure, with his dark shoulder-length hair and muscular build he could be mistaken more for an athlete and less for a zuffian.
He shrugged nonchalantly., "I don't like this city," he said instead, leaning against the wall with his hand crossed against his chest," And I hate this role of zuffian even more",
I raised an eyebrow, "Soooooo?", I drew out the word.
"I want out!", He said a shade tartly. " And here I was thinking you liked playing with people's minds",
"I had my fill. These people nag too much for miner things. No fun involved ", He spat with a sneer. I gave him a bland look. He took it as my acceptance to hear his grievances. It was not!
" Now, minds like that girl!", he closed his eyes and making a sound of pleasure in the back of his throat," -Shroud? hmmmmm...Was her name and something else.....",
My body tensed at hearing her name.
"The taste!, Fuck! If only they made more like her",
I let out an imperceptible sigh, the only sign of displeasure I could show in front of this creature.
" You would like it too, I bet", He grinned showing perfect rows of white teeth.
I smirked, "Maybe next time you would invite me over for the buffet", - because that is the reply he would expect.
" I don't share", He sniffed. Removing an imaginary lint from his clothes ", But once I am done, you could have the leftover",
This conversation was draining and wasting my precious time.
"So how far have they gone?", I asked instead.
He remained quiet. Pretending to be lost in thoughts.
"Zikria! Feel free to make yourself useful while I am still alive", I said with mock patience.
He hated it, being ordered, being questioned, having to answer to a halfling like me. Well, too bad he didn't consider those odds when he made the bargain with me.
" The pirates of Qarasina are already crossing the mid Iyos", He said with an impressive sigh. Mid lyos? Already! That's too far. I have fallen too back. "-they had a bit of a problem with the Sirens, lost a few crewmen. ", He said with a yawn.
