The scent of metal, and something sweet. The buzzing. 'Do not follow,' the Aquarian warned--yet it is my purpose to watch. To find her, and to watch.
The black dog padded quietly forward, and then sat some distance away. The thing-that-buzzed--the Nemean--it was ahead. The Betrayer. Speaking to another being--and flashing with lights. Even cautious, even from a distance, he was wary of drawing too close. He had lived here peaceful and alone for a long time, waiting and watching for precisely this creature. How long had it been? Years? Months? ...Several days, at least, he decided. He tilted his pendulously-wrinkled head, and he observed.
Her voice, sickeningly sweet as her odor; the saccharine lies that dripped from her mouth. He listened, and felt nothing; he watched, as was his task. He was the void, and she was the light-creature. Yes? Half-concealed behind a boulder, he considered.
The bat-thing came awake. Snatched her up. Black tensed--was this her end? But her power--no; she showed her power, and the creature fell dead, in pieces. And she showed her intentions, too, he reflected--
it's what you guys are for. Was that what she was going to say?
Does she know our purpose..? Does she know what is a, 'building,' and who made it? Does she know why there are lights, or darkness?
But he could not ask--Aquarian had warned him not to go near this one. Black merely waited, and watched, in the distance.
And then--all went black.
He narrowed his eyes, the lids dropping to hide them, and focused--the darkness was his, if the light was hers. He would watch, if there was even a faint glint of light to watch by. He would not approach, no; he would not aid her. But he would watch.
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