Altair: Eagle's Talons by altair-creed, literature
Literature
Altair: Eagle's Talons
Chapter 1
Rheims, Champagne, December, 1187 C.E.
No one saw a white-clad man standing atop the entrance roof of the Cathedral of Notre Dame on a cold December day. They were all too intent on the execution taking place in the plaza in front of the building. People were chatting, catching up on the late news from the Winter Fair taking place in another part of the city, disciplining children, eating the hot pasties bought off the wandering sellers who hawked their wares loudly. Children begged for sweets. The atmosphere was one of a holiday, the watcher remarked. It was as if the hanging bodies were some gory decoration, not men who were kic
Current Residence: Turin Wallpaper of choice: Custom made by me, Thief themed Personal Quote: That which doesn't kill you..has made a tattical error. Don't give it the time to learn the lession.
Copy this when you are like it: I run around while I have my toothbrush in my mouth. I laugh about my own joke before I told it. I don’t need a clock, I have a Cellphone. I try to see designs at my ceiling when I lay in my bed. I don’t slag off somebody, I argue factual. I can read a sentence 10 times and don’t know what it is about. I push against door where is standing PULL. I ask “What?” although I understood it. I like it when the wind blow through my hair. I look over 10 times in the fridge without eating anything. I must call my Cellphone to find it. I can look at the clock and don’t know which time it is. I stay in a store and have no idea anymore what I wanted to buy. I pull my pillow around to sleep on the cold side. I set the alarm earlier to stay in bed for a while. I count the hours I can sleep before I go to bed. I run in another room and have no idea what I want there anymore.