The days are long, and the darksome wanderer has become long acquainted with the merciless beating of sun's heat upon his back. He chooses to walk these wastes, these endless shifting sands, because even when Ra makes dominion of the sky, the stars can still be followed, lingering hidden in the pale blue. His eyes have learned to find them.
No matter, for the sun now came near to the end of its journey across the sky, and he was no longer under the scrutinous eye of gods. Something about the night allowed him to feel... unseen. They'd never made a habit of paying much attention to him, anyway, and now he melted into the darkness that was their absence.
From the black gum of his lip dripped what little amounted to the life of a bandit he'd slain in his path; such pointless, rotten cruelty, it disgusted him beyond words; and so he was wordless when he brought justice.
This quiet could not be good for his mind. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he swipes away what remained of his necessary murder, and steels himself to walk on; wherever it was the stars were taking him. The days were long, but the nights could be even longer.
No matter, for the sun now came near to the end of its journey across the sky, and he was no longer under the scrutinous eye of gods. Something about the night allowed him to feel... unseen. They'd never made a habit of paying much attention to him, anyway, and now he melted into the darkness that was their absence.
From the black gum of his lip dripped what little amounted to the life of a bandit he'd slain in his path; such pointless, rotten cruelty, it disgusted him beyond words; and so he was wordless when he brought justice.
This quiet could not be good for his mind. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he swipes away what remained of his necessary murder, and steels himself to walk on; wherever it was the stars were taking him. The days were long, but the nights could be even longer.