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Victor Hawk
Meteorite
- Joined
- Apr 8, 2025
"This city is hiding something. I cannot see it but it's there. The foul stench in the air, so wretched it fills my mouth and I can taste it. The loud whispers speak of unforgivable misdeeds and nefarious schemes. The wind blows against my skin and carries with it a warning from something unseen.
"It is strange to me. Towering buildings in every direction. The streets crowded with vehicles moving rapidly in every direction. The bright lights that illuminate even the darkest night. The people in the clothes they wear and the tools they use. I knew it would be different. I didn't imagine it would be like this. At the same time, it all feels so... familiar.
"People go about their business throughout this city. They are like ants, finding their way through cracks and crevices, lost among the others, just another one of many.
"Their lives? Ordinary. Their dealings? Insignificant. Their impact will long be forgotten just as those who became before them.
"But there are others. Individuals whose lives carry significance only because of their selfish wants and desire. I know they are here. I do not need to see them. I do not need to hear them. I do not need anybody to tell me of their existence. I can feel their presence. And I can feel their sin.
"I am in a new world. The sights are strange, carrying with them danger around every corner. If I had any sense, I would rightfully assume I was not meant to be here. There is something else though. A goodness I once felt before.
"That is my purpose. I will carry the oath I have made so long ago. No matter what vulgar wretchedness stands in my path, I will find the light once again..."
He crouched on the edge of the rooftop and looked down upon the city as he thought to himself. He was a gargoyle who made it to the top before the sun went down, hidden from curious eyes. The traffic moved along the streets like any busy night. The sidewalks were lined with people enjoying their Saturday night. Groups of girls with their hair and make-up done wore their most flattering dresses and skirts to garner attention from the opposite sex. Men were dressed to impress for a night out on the town and hoping not to spend the evening alone.
Nobody would have thought there was anything special about this night. Without any signs, there was no way to tell this city from another. But for Irvin Thorne, he knew Vellum was different. Every fiber in his being told him. He hadn't been drawn here for no reason, finally awoken from a long slumber.
The night breeze blew through his short black hair. His pale skin seemed even brighter from the moonlight shining on him, though nobody would be able to see him from how high up he was. His eyes were a deep blue and when the light hit them just right, they shimmered like jewels. They shifted left and right, scanning the crowds and various establishments below. He'd been searching this whole night, from one roof to the next. For something or someone, he wasn't sure. There was only a presence he could feel and for someone like him, that was enough.
He stood up and moved to the other side of the rooftop to look down on the opposite street. Clubs. Restaurants. Shops. Taverns and pubs and bars. They all began to look the same to him.
"Where is it?" His jaw clenched and his pointed eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He would have given up at this point if he weren't so stubborn. "Wait..."
He caught something out of the corner of his eye and crouched down to look closer. The Pink Rose Lounge. It was a wonder how he missed it with how bright and neon the sign was. He examined the outside line of attendants. It was nearly all female, all of them wearing provocative dresses with short hems and tight tops that left little to the imagination. Anybody else would have chalked it up to coincidence. There were women who looked no different at every other club in the city. But the longer her stared, the stronger he felt it. Something stirred in him that he could feel all the way to his blood and bones.
Irvin stood up and ran a hand back through his dark hair. He wiped his smooth jawline with two fingers as if to calm himself. "It's there." He straightened his black coat then fixed the collar of the matching dress shirt. Along with a pair of black slacks and leather dress shoes, he would blend-in with the rest of the crowd. He had to blend-in as much as possible. If he found what he was looking for, he would stick out more than anybody else in the entire city.
"It is strange to me. Towering buildings in every direction. The streets crowded with vehicles moving rapidly in every direction. The bright lights that illuminate even the darkest night. The people in the clothes they wear and the tools they use. I knew it would be different. I didn't imagine it would be like this. At the same time, it all feels so... familiar.
"People go about their business throughout this city. They are like ants, finding their way through cracks and crevices, lost among the others, just another one of many.
"Their lives? Ordinary. Their dealings? Insignificant. Their impact will long be forgotten just as those who became before them.
"But there are others. Individuals whose lives carry significance only because of their selfish wants and desire. I know they are here. I do not need to see them. I do not need to hear them. I do not need anybody to tell me of their existence. I can feel their presence. And I can feel their sin.
"I am in a new world. The sights are strange, carrying with them danger around every corner. If I had any sense, I would rightfully assume I was not meant to be here. There is something else though. A goodness I once felt before.
"That is my purpose. I will carry the oath I have made so long ago. No matter what vulgar wretchedness stands in my path, I will find the light once again..."
He crouched on the edge of the rooftop and looked down upon the city as he thought to himself. He was a gargoyle who made it to the top before the sun went down, hidden from curious eyes. The traffic moved along the streets like any busy night. The sidewalks were lined with people enjoying their Saturday night. Groups of girls with their hair and make-up done wore their most flattering dresses and skirts to garner attention from the opposite sex. Men were dressed to impress for a night out on the town and hoping not to spend the evening alone.
Nobody would have thought there was anything special about this night. Without any signs, there was no way to tell this city from another. But for Irvin Thorne, he knew Vellum was different. Every fiber in his being told him. He hadn't been drawn here for no reason, finally awoken from a long slumber.
The night breeze blew through his short black hair. His pale skin seemed even brighter from the moonlight shining on him, though nobody would be able to see him from how high up he was. His eyes were a deep blue and when the light hit them just right, they shimmered like jewels. They shifted left and right, scanning the crowds and various establishments below. He'd been searching this whole night, from one roof to the next. For something or someone, he wasn't sure. There was only a presence he could feel and for someone like him, that was enough.
He stood up and moved to the other side of the rooftop to look down on the opposite street. Clubs. Restaurants. Shops. Taverns and pubs and bars. They all began to look the same to him.
"Where is it?" His jaw clenched and his pointed eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He would have given up at this point if he weren't so stubborn. "Wait..."
He caught something out of the corner of his eye and crouched down to look closer. The Pink Rose Lounge. It was a wonder how he missed it with how bright and neon the sign was. He examined the outside line of attendants. It was nearly all female, all of them wearing provocative dresses with short hems and tight tops that left little to the imagination. Anybody else would have chalked it up to coincidence. There were women who looked no different at every other club in the city. But the longer her stared, the stronger he felt it. Something stirred in him that he could feel all the way to his blood and bones.
Irvin stood up and ran a hand back through his dark hair. He wiped his smooth jawline with two fingers as if to calm himself. "It's there." He straightened his black coat then fixed the collar of the matching dress shirt. Along with a pair of black slacks and leather dress shoes, he would blend-in with the rest of the crowd. He had to blend-in as much as possible. If he found what he was looking for, he would stick out more than anybody else in the entire city.