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mekachu04there is a quiet to the night. The air is still, but not heavy.
The humans sleap well, trusing the guardian posted outside their firelight. He's been at the edge of their camp since the beginning, long before nay of them where born. He does not protect hem form battle - will not step in to defned or rebuke their choices. but he remains steadfast in that nothing will harm them in the dark. no animal or foreign tribe has even bothred them once hte sun sets. their firelight has never drawn the attnetion of strangers in the dark.
well.
almost.
there is one stranger that appears from the shadows, should any of them ever stay wayke. but theirs never been a need, so they slumber on unaware.
yet ever new moon or so, ont he darkest longest nights, somwthing stires in the dark and lurkes just out of sight.
their gaurdian will rise, ever vigilant, and disappear into the dark.
in the morning, the pale sentry will be back at his post, and all others, inovled or othersie, will be none hte wiser.
a quardian does not need rest. they do not sleep, they do not grow weak, they do not need susitnace.
but they are creaatures of lght, and the dark of darkest nihgts are their one weakness. even their gaze can not pierce it unaided. and their guardians allies - so far away, even if summonably at a call - cannot see though the blackness either.
it makes seance for their heridiaty entiy to lurk around int hose dark nights. alone, weak, and with no voersite, the guardian makes an easy target.
yet, each morning, the guardian is back, unphazed, having wreasled back the darkness once again, and triumphating witht he sun.
the huamns doen't knowwhat haooens in the dark, but ... more importatnly, niether do the other guardians. and if the forces or darkness where to catch sight of it - the temptation and defilement of their greatest enimay is a win for them.
shame they don't understnad that with each encounter, they gain nothing, and loose a little bit more of their own operative to .. not the other sied e- but a grey nomans land that starts to form for the first time between them.
The humans sleap well, trusing the guardian posted outside their firelight. He's been at the edge of their camp since the beginning, long before nay of them where born. He does not protect hem form battle - will not step in to defned or rebuke their choices. but he remains steadfast in that nothing will harm them in the dark. no animal or foreign tribe has even bothred them once hte sun sets. their firelight has never drawn the attnetion of strangers in the dark.
well.
almost.
there is one stranger that appears from the shadows, should any of them ever stay wayke. but theirs never been a need, so they slumber on unaware.
yet ever new moon or so, ont he darkest longest nights, somwthing stires in the dark and lurkes just out of sight.
their gaurdian will rise, ever vigilant, and disappear into the dark.
in the morning, the pale sentry will be back at his post, and all others, inovled or othersie, will be none hte wiser.
a quardian does not need rest. they do not sleep, they do not grow weak, they do not need susitnace.
but they are creaatures of lght, and the dark of darkest nihgts are their one weakness. even their gaze can not pierce it unaided. and their guardians allies - so far away, even if summonably at a call - cannot see though the blackness either.
it makes seance for their heridiaty entiy to lurk around int hose dark nights. alone, weak, and with no voersite, the guardian makes an easy target.
yet, each morning, the guardian is back, unphazed, having wreasled back the darkness once again, and triumphating witht he sun.
the huamns doen't knowwhat haooens in the dark, but ... more importatnly, niether do the other guardians. and if the forces or darkness where to catch sight of it - the temptation and defilement of their greatest enimay is a win for them.
shame they don't understnad that with each encounter, they gain nothing, and loose a little bit more of their own operative to .. not the other sied e- but a grey nomans land that starts to form for the first time between them.
