Character Age: 17
|Posted: Sat, Jun 11/2011, 8:52am
|*Malik enters a side room, a reading room, with a few books in hand. The books themselves are indeed library books; but their subject matter (in brief, On Religion, On Power, and On Strange Incidents with Magic) betrays to an experienced reader their origins in the Restricted Section.
Perhaps audacity, perhaps a subversion - Malik takes a few notes, and begins skimming speedily through each book. Shortly, he begins to rub his eyes, as if in pain.
A certain look pushes through his eyes; the gaze of warrior, who has taken his orders to kill, who has taken such orders many times in the past - the eyes of a killer, but not the eyes of the demon within.
He jumps, rending slightly his notes, as he hears someone approach.*
Who is there?
I coveted that wind, I suppose. That wind of grace and life that conquered the plains... But I also suppose I was jealous, too, and wanted to keep it all to myself... What better way to do that than to destroy it?