Post by Wade Moor on Apr 5, 2017 17:19:06 GMT -5
l S A B B A T I C A L l
UNDER BLUE MOON
I SAW YOU
UP IN YOUR ARMS
TOO LATE TO BEG YOU OR CANCEL IT
THOUGH I KNOW IT MUST BE THE KILLING TIME
UNWILLINGLY MINE
I SAW YOU
UP IN YOUR ARMS
TOO LATE TO BEG YOU OR CANCEL IT
THOUGH I KNOW IT MUST BE THE KILLING TIME
UNWILLINGLY MINE
Cool mist sprayed up alongside the ship, pouring lightly onto the deck, but it's one and only patron didn't seem to mind. In fact, he quite enjoyed it – the touch of water on his skin made him feel alive, and underneath the moon, his soul felt brighter than even the sun could illuminate. Wade Moor stood at the bow of the ship, looking forward into uncertain seas, the cogs in his mind spinning at an unnatural pace.
How deep did his bloodline run?
How far had his own father gone to protect those secrets?
What was the Church of the Dark Tide?
How far had his own father gone to protect those secrets?
What was the Church of the Dark Tide?
FATE
UP AGAINST YOUR WILL
UP AGAINST YOUR WILL
Ever since these questions had begun to ruminate in his rotting mind, he stood at the bow of the ship, all alone with the oceans moan, skipping stones with her ghost. A chill ran up his spine as he felt someone approach him from behind. The primal part of his brain urged him to turn around and beat this interloper to death, but the rational side spoke up louder: listen, and learn.
“Something particularly interesting in the horizon, Master Wade?” a silk smooth voice spoke above the crashing of the waves.
“Everything is interesting in the horizon, Dev”, Moor replied, an aura of calm sailing alongside his words, though his next statement didn't carry the same charm “What do you need from me?”
A long, uncomfortable pause followed his question, only further annoying The Leviathan.
“Out with it, Dev”, Wade spat.
Another slight pause, though Dev finally mustered the courage to answer.
“We found him”, he replied simply.
A grin curved up the side of Wade's face as he turned back to face the horizon, his arms folded just under his pectorals.
“Good”, Moor said, “Plot the course...and prepare the letter.”
A wave of his finger and the hooded man left his side, scaled the length of the ship quickly, and disappeared below deck.
THROUGH THE THICK AND THIN
HE WILL WAIT UNTIL
YOU GIVE YOURSELF TO HIM
HE WILL WAIT UNTIL
YOU GIVE YOURSELF TO HIM
