Tempting Fate With Godly Hands

[NotAllThatCreative]

Just before dawn

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“Come quickly, Ankou.” A male voice said as he looked around for anyone that would see them and started to walk up the dirt path to his home. Yes, it was about four miles away but they could get there quickly. “I would rather not allow any human to chance seeing us.” The man glanced towards the elder looking man behind him as only got a grunt in response to that. The elder man was sitting atop a cart, a pile of bodies in the back of the cart, and he gently flicked the reins of the horses, making them follow his master. The elder held an almost sunken in look about his face and his eyes were a bright blue as if he were dead (I’m basing his looks off of the White Walkers from Game of Thrones.).


“Ní gá na daoine a fháil amach faoi seo. Ar chóir dúinn a fuair sé amach, beidh sí ag foghlaim luath nó mall, agus ní féidir liom a iarraidh eagla uirthi. Beidh sí a bheith scanraithe ba chóir di a fhoghlaim ar ár ngníomhartha agus déanaimid ár ndícheall chun cur chuige di.” The first male frowned at the thought and shook his head. He knew she was alive once again. He could feel it. She died once again not long ago, about thirty years, and now she was reborn. It was a constant cycle and he did not like it once bit. It caused his darkened heart a lot of grief and pain. To him, it was like witnessing the first death all over again and it was heart wrenching.


Shaking his head of the thoughts, he continued down the road, the elder man in the cart behind him following, and glanced towards the sky, noticing that dawn was quickly approaching. They reached his home within a few hours, the sun now brightening the land around his home, and the two quickly unloaded the cart, placing the dead in the shed behind the house. They knew that they would have to take care of them the next night before anyone got any bright ideas and attempted break into the little shed. The first man locked up the shed and the second was gone. He pocketed the keys and glanced around as if looking for anyone that had seen what they just did. Seeing no one, he turned on his heels and walked up to the back door of his home. He opened it up and stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he locked it and glanced around before starting to walk towards the stairs, planning to get ready for the day.


(Translation: We don't need the humans to find out about this. Should we be discovered, she will learn sooner or later and I do not wish to frighten her. She will be frightened should she learn of our actions and we try to approach her.)


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[Sevenfold]

A woman in her mid-twenties, with chestnut-hued hair that reached just past her shoulder-blades and curled at the ends slightly, made her way down the street in the early morning. The footpaths were dank and damp looking after a shower of rain not long ago, but the sunshine was beginning to improve the scenery a bit.


Forest green oculars scanning the side of the street, she pinpointed her usual stop every morning; one of the coffee shops. The young woman wasn't long pushing open the door and stepping inside, greeted by the chime of bells above the door frame and the rich scent of caffeinated beverages.


This female, who had chosen a coffee of some sort and taken a seat by the window, was known in this life as Dezerai. Her parents had French background. She lacked any memory or awareness of the repetitive cycle she was a part of, which involved random death and then being reborn. This life had been successful enough for her though. She worked in a local flower shop, since even though she couldn't quite put her finger on why, the young woman adored these petalled plants. She had since she could remember.


// This is kinda crappy, sorry. I just wasn't sure how to start off. xD

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(It's completely fine xD I will get to it in a bit though. Have some homework to do)

 

[Sevenfold]

Bump.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

A woman in her mid-twenties, with chestnut-hued hair that reached just past her shoulder-blades and curled at the ends slightly, made her way down the street in the early morning. The footpaths were dank and damp looking after a shower of rain not long ago, but the sunshine was beginning to improve the scenery a bit.
Forest green oculars scanning the side of the street, she pinpointed her usual stop every morning; one of the coffee shops. The young woman wasn't long pushing open the door and stepping inside, greeted by the chime of bells above the door frame and the rich scent of caffeinated beverages.


This female, who had chosen a coffee of some sort and taken a seat by the window, was known in this life as Dezerai. Her parents had French background. She lacked any memory or awareness of the repetitive cycle she was a part of, which involved random death and then being reborn. This life had been successful enough for her though. She worked in a local flower shop, since even though she couldn't quite put her finger on why, the young woman adored these petalled plants. She had since she could remember.


// This is kinda crappy, sorry. I just wasn't sure how to start off. xD

(Sorry. I completely forgot about this )


Sulian was out currently and attempting to find something to do but that was failing. He had been around for so long that not much could keep him entertained anymore. Letting out a small sigh, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and glanced around. Coffee shops were starting to open and other various stores were as well. People were getting up to do their daily routine or do something they haven't done yet, trying to live their life to the fullest. It bored the ancient man. It was the same cycle to him.


Shaking his head, he ignored the humans around him and how they were so jolly and happy to start the day. "Weird creatures." He grumbled under his breath and turned his eyes to the ground. This man had such negative thoughts sometimes and those type of thoughts were currently running through his head. He knew he would be seeing these people sooner or later and he knew they would plead for his life when he does. That's when things got interesting to him but it always ended up the same way: the souls would either wander around in one world or the other or theey would be at peace.