Rhys Long ago, it was a temple to some now-forgotten god, with writhing statues, lush gardens, and many visitors. Now the gardens are choked and overgrown, the buried dead are restless, and no animal will drink from the pool in the central courtyard. ...
Rhys stands in an archway that's been missing its wall for centuries, at the very edge of the wild gardens. In the half-light of sunset, he looks almost solid, a broad-shouldered man whose long tunic glitters with gold embroidery, but there are holes where his eyes should be.
Rhys He purses his lips in a whistle, and a cold wind snakes through the vine-draped trees.
Mansur The only response that Rhys hears is the loud, droning snore that wafts over on the breeze from a point not too far distant.
Rhys "The dark of the moon is coming again," Rhys calls. "Why not be reasonable, this time?"
Mansur *snoooooooooooore*
Rhys Rhys' face, which was probably handsome before it set into bitterness, turns in the direction of the sound, and his empty eyes turn to the last sliver of the vanishing sun. He takes a step forward, out of the shadow of the stones and towards the grove.
Mansur In an instant, the snoring stops and a crashing noise greets the presence of a vast bulk, ruddy in the vanishing sun, floating through the trees until Mansur, the sworn guardian of the grove, stands not two feet before the tiny ghost.
Mansur "Do not enter this grove, tiny unalive being. The most ancient of laws forbid it."
Rhys tilts his head up to look at Mansur, his face stretching in a terrible smile. "What will you do, oh large servant of boredom? Kill me?" He spreads his arms, as if inviting a physical blow.
Mansur snarls and reaches swiftly towards Mansur with one giant meaty hand.
Rhys steps swiftly back, retreating into the safety of the crumbled building, but as he moves he reaches up one hand and trails icy fingers part along, part /through/ Mansur's swinging arm. The cold lingers even as Ryhs fades from sight inside the ruins.
Mansur roars at his own stupidity AND the deceit of the ridiculous creature. "Damn your unnatural kind a thousand times!" he shouts angrily.
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