Untitled.
I'm not sure if I have posted this here yet, so here goes:
Walking along the street the man wraps himself in the absence of light that is always present at night. He blinds his eyes. At that moment, they go from an almost Blackish brown to the white that covers all eyes that are blind. No one may see him now, as he cannot see them. He slips into an alleyway and sacrifices his hearing so none may hear him. He walks across the waste trench in the ground and cannot smell it as others now cannot smell him. He suddenly cannot feel the cloak he wore or the daggers hanging off his waist. He cannot feel the ground beneath him but he knows it is there. The last thing for him to lose is his sense of taste so no other may taste his presence on anything he touches.
To everyone and everything, the man doesn't anymore exist. He walks along a narrow street weaving though the night crowds, drunk and high on booze and sex. He cannot hear nor see any of it, but they can't either. He passes through the crowd and no one feels it. He isn't blind though. As he lost his senses, he gained everyone else's. Their sight, their smell, their hearing, touch, and even taste. When he first learned how to perform such a feat, everything was disorienting for him. But this was not the first few nor one of the first hundred times he had done this. He had practiced, and practiced for years to learn the bodywalk without losing himself.
The bodywalk was only part of tonight's work though. He walked past the guards of the castle. Past the main wall, penetrating the castle's largest defense by merely stripping everyone's senses of his presence. This castle could withstand years of war and come out standing. But Castles are weak when unprepared. And this one was certainly unprepared to have a Walker enter it's walls.
He found his way to the Kitchens and waited until he heard the name he wanted. He followed the serving boy along the corridors, unnoticed.
Walking along the street the man wraps himself in the absence of light that is always present at night. He blinds his eyes. At that moment, they go from an almost Blackish brown to the white that covers all eyes that are blind. No one may see him now, as he cannot see them. He slips into an alleyway and sacrifices his hearing so none may hear him. He walks across the waste trench in the ground and cannot smell it as others now cannot smell him. He suddenly cannot feel the cloak he wore or the daggers hanging off his waist. He cannot feel the ground beneath him but he knows it is there. The last thing for him to lose is his sense of taste so no other may taste his presence on anything he touches.
To everyone and everything, the man doesn't anymore exist. He walks along a narrow street weaving though the night crowds, drunk and high on booze and sex. He cannot hear nor see any of it, but they can't either. He passes through the crowd and no one feels it. He isn't blind though. As he lost his senses, he gained everyone else's. Their sight, their smell, their hearing, touch, and even taste. When he first learned how to perform such a feat, everything was disorienting for him. But this was not the first few nor one of the first hundred times he had done this. He had practiced, and practiced for years to learn the bodywalk without losing himself.
The bodywalk was only part of tonight's work though. He walked past the guards of the castle. Past the main wall, penetrating the castle's largest defense by merely stripping everyone's senses of his presence. This castle could withstand years of war and come out standing. But Castles are weak when unprepared. And this one was certainly unprepared to have a Walker enter it's walls.
He found his way to the Kitchens and waited until he heard the name he wanted. He followed the serving boy along the corridors, unnoticed.