Sathar sat there motionless for a time, unable to understand what had happened to this once thriving, living place. The wind kissed his cheeks uninterrupted for what seemed like an eternity and only the rustle and shreik of a nearby harpy roused his curiosity enough to move; enough to speak Was it you...? Did you take them from here? No. Not you. Sathar petted Kale on the shoulder and smiled before making his obtuse whistle. The war cry burst through the front door as Sathar's faithful Frenzied Ostard leapt onto the harpy
Sathar continued his distant stare as the Frenzied Ostard started to elegantly rip the Harpy to shreds. War cry and harpy scream punctured the silent air for what seemed like an eternity until Sathar cocked his head back slightly and sighed harshly. Azreil! What have I said about playing with your food? The Frenzied Ostard let out a grumpy cry before quickly grabbing the Harpy by the neck. A distinguished snap brought about an unnerving silence, save the soft scratching and gnawing as Azreil slowly devoured the harpy's face. Sathar took a glance at Kale who sat idly by, staring straight ahead with unwitting resolve. He let the settled air take a slight breeze and stared ahead with him, finding the words he dreaded to ask. What happened here Kale? Kale responded: Take a look at my goods. Not right now Kale, I need to know... where its she? Where is the Lady Enna? What happened here? Tell me. Kale sat motionless, frozen in time. No part of him knew how to move. He sat. He stared. A single tear crept its way from Kale's eye as he struggled harder to respond: Take.... Take a look.. at... Sathar took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. A different wind kissed his cheek this time, enough to move his head slightly, hair swept for a moment, then nothing. Soft gnashing, gnawing, crunching, devouring. Quietly Azreil took his dinner as Sathar opened his eyes to look where Kale had once sat. You too? ... Goodbye friend
Sathar took in a breath and sighed loudly as he slapped his knees, willing his body to stand up. His body responded lazily as he stood and turned to the now open door. He frowned for a moment before stepping up to brow and taking a look inside. Everything was as he remembered it, chair here, table there, hidden stack of wood, the loom and hanging armour, almost as though it had been recently clean. Sathar place his right hand on the door frame and closed his eyes for a moment before sharply opening them, resuming his frown and turning to Azreil. ...and you're sure you found nothing? Felt nothing? Is that even possible... I know for sure... Azreil let out a disgruntled war cry, obviously unimpressed at being interrupted mid feast. Sathar took the same tone and fired back at the Ostard. Yes well I know that but I'm telling you that I've been here and met the Lady Enna who lived here so there must be something wrong with that sense of yours! Azreil gave a dismissive grunt, continuing his meal in relative peace. Sathar, frustrated, turned back to the cabin and broke his frown with disappointment. He began to mutter idly to himself. I know I came here.. not ill of mind.. stupid bird.. no one ever existed here he says... she did... she was here.. where is she? Where is everyone? He shouted to no one in particular. WHERE IS EVERYONE!?!?!
Sathar paused for a moment whilst his voice echoed through the empty woods. When no one replied he sighed and placed a hand on the door frame only to find it gave way to his weight. He stumbled forward then backwards, tripping over himself and launching backwards from the stairs. Hitting the ground hard he looked up to see the roof slowly give wayand ccollapse into the top floor. Sathar quickly stumbled to his feet and watched in awe as the cabin creeked and cracked, massive splits showing through theonce sturdy walls. In an instant it was gone. Sathar blinked as he turned to Azreil who had casually seen the rude unmaking before fluttering and laying down, rolling in what was left of his dinner. I guess where you're from a building unmaking itself seems rather normal. Come on then, we should check the other houses. Perhaps there is someone... or something that can give us some answers. Azreil got up lazily and shook the blood from his metal, cooing gently before joining Sathar's side. You really are disgusting sometimes...
