Nomad (Jacob Luther)
The air was cold. It sliced with frozen knives against Jacob's face. He stood sideways on the rough slanted shingles of a tall church steeple. A bright red arm of smooth Rc cells wrapped around the tall central metal spire at the point of the tower, holding him in place. His eyes scanned the horizon, half-lidded with boredom as he traced the faintest spines of a distant city with his gaze.
With a sigh he slowly released the spire from his Rinkaku and fell to the ground, Ghoul strength allowing him to land with hardly a scratch. The limb of cells retracted into the small of his back and he walked forward to push the worn doors of the church open.
In truth the church had been abandoned for some time. The stained glass windows had been removed when the church and its people relocated, leaving a tall wooden structure without a purpose. When Jacob had wandered through it's doors he was treated to worn pews and old Bibles. However after living at the place for a few weeks he had made some improvements.
Now there was a platform of large, flat stones he had gathered in the center of the building's main room. The remnants of the fire he occasionally lit overnight now present on it's charred surface. The pews had been butchered, split and smashed as kindling for the new source of warmth. The various religious texts had been destroyed as well. The golden-edged pages torn from their covers and stuffed into a thick sack made up of the upholstery on the pews.
A little home in a world that wanted your species eliminated.
Hey Y'all I'm back! Sorry for not posting in awhile. I'm trying to start writing again and I hope these chapters kinda make up for my absence.
~HB