Thread: Castle on the Hill {Kay & Local}

Anger boiled and raged in her body but she made no move towards him even as he spoke. Her green eyes bold in the faded moonlight. Her gauntlet covered arm came up quickly to block the blade but the unexpected occurred. The sharp blade stabbed into her desk through papers, her lips parted to protest but the next thing she knew her head was taken in his hand and neck against the blade. Gargoyles were not the fastes of creatures, but she knew that the blade would not pierce her skin, it would sooner break. She barely heard his voice over the various whispers in her head. When he let go all she did was straighten and pull the sword from the desk and let it clatter to the ground. She straightened the papers and moved the arm from its place on the desk to one of the shelves. Mumbling to herself that she had an adhesive somewhere, it was somewhere, somewhere. Over time, everything developed ticks over the years. Athena had hers, emotions took time to catch up, the whispers in her head, possessions became her everything, and often the fleeting lives of humans were easier for her to ignore and other times not so much. Learn my name? She asked to herself as she straightened from her searches and watched him leave, already forgotten about his violent outburst. The night passed slowly for Athena as the moon made its way across the sky. She fixed her pictures and cleaned putting everything back in its place. Athena studied the arm memorizing every joint and marking. It was rather beautifully made, its inner workings intricate and full of hidden secrets... But was it the same markings? Her eyes hurt after hours of simply staring at the arm. Youll not learn about it the more you stare Athena. She mumbled, and with that she began to take off her gauntlets, Either way... I am no longer the protector of this place. She scoffed, remembering those words all too well, rubbing her wrists she then took off her metal chest piece revealing a soft leather corset and flowing scoop necked shirt. It felt nice to do so, she didnt remember the last time she took those from her body. Grabbing her cloak and heading through the now unlocked and broken door she headed down the winding stairs, the long black cloak tied around her neck. She came upon the beast of a man first, noting the disorder of his sleep and itching to put the furs away but she restrained as she looked at him. Breathing slow and measured. He looked far more like a beast than she, just becuase he was born of flesh he was welcomed with open arms... Jealousy. Another emotion that she had not felt in a long while. Frowing at her own emotions she headed out the door... Sunrise was soon to come, she had flown swiftly to the town, her grand wings cutting through the crisp air. The gargoyle landed upon the desired steps with grace and felt her wings move back into her skin. Her hand about to knock when it opened to reveal the white eyed healer. Did not expect you today, my friend. She stated and moved aside to let the stone creature into her abode. Inside was covered with dried herbs and simple necessities a large pot over a few embers, a bed, books that had not been touched in ages, bottles and pouches filled with who knows what. I needed to be reminded... she said softly as she sat upon the stone floor, feeling the gentle humming of familiar rock upon her skin. Of what child? Reminded I am more than a creature. The old woman sat back in the rocking chair and picked up her pipe filled with herbs and lit it using a smoldering twig. Taking a few long puffs before responding, When was the last time you had a life, Athena? The last time that the world knew of your existence? Perhaps this is a sign for you to become something more than just a protector, to put away your swords and come out of the shadows... Maybe with this new lord on your side youll be able to do just that, he could convince the people to accept you. See you for the valuable gift that you are to the people of this town. Athena simply listened and drew lines upon the floor with her fingertip. How do I know if I am ready for the humans to see me? A rusted chuckle, You dont, that is the gift of life. Sunrise came and she had walked back to the castle stopping at the door and looked at the grand oak. Placing her hand upon the wood and bowing her head. Lost in thought as the sun came up and started to make the need to return to stone form a necessity rather than a will. Minute by minute passed and she watched as her gauntlets and chest piece materialized back onto her body. Just one more minute, one more, just a minute longer. The amethyst resting between her breast getting impatient as it began to glow and her knees were forced down, hands now grasping the sword as it stabbed into the ground before her. Her eyes burning as she kept them upon the sun inching its way over the world before they shut and her head was bowed, wings dusting the ground behind her, as she was once again caged in stone.