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Light and Solitude. - Ryouta - 09-04-2016 良克
Ryouta
The morning greeted me with a chill, silently announcing the departure of summer. Soon, the grasses would faded into ugly brown shades, the leaves would bade a colorful farewell, and the world would grow quieter for a time. I care little for the passage of time, for each season bleeding into another marks only the growing fragility in my body. I come no closer to peace. I come no closer to healing.
A pale, cold light rises over the horizon, coloring the sky in pastel hues reminiscent of spring. The pale yellow mingles with a delicate pink, breaking into the lightest blue I had ever seen. Rarely, so rarely, had I ever lingered long enough to watch the sunrise. This occasion marks the first for Helovia, the new land I have found myself in. I cannot say what encouraged me to stay within its borders, only that I have nowhere else to go. Unlike many refugees, I left no beloved behind. I left no family, no children. I left no friends, no comfort in my exit from Eikkahn. Instead, I only left relieved sighs in my wake. The land I had grown in, lived in, flourished in - it rejected me like a failed organ. The funny thing is... I don't give a fuck. Perhaps, the only regret would be leaving her grave behind. Deep within the forests of old, buried beneath a tall oak tree, her skeleton rests in the earth. Every day, even the fragments of her existence rot into nothing. There had been times when I visited to speak to the air, a madman hoping for solace where they would be none. It had been years since my last visit, years since I believed myself worthy to step into her unseeing gaze. Like poison defiling the earth where I walked, my soul had been sullied far too much to linger near such a pure memory, even fragmented as it was by time. Now, staring off into the eastern sky as the blinding sun begins to burst upward, I wonder what became of that tree. Whether or not Daa'hn had burned it to the ground with his pointless war. He likely had. Sooner or later, Eikkahn would be nothing but a scorch mark on the map of the world. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I blink, turning away from the sun, and begin walking steadily toward a stream that cuts across the northern end of the vast meadow, dying grass stretching out in every direction as far as the eye can see. I come to stand at the edge of the shallow stream, staring into the crisp, cheerful waters. My face holds no cheer - just a blank stare. "" ooc -- Sorry this opening post is so terrible. :P Hopefully, it will get better. Do you want to be tagged? 誰がこの心のために殺されことを非難するのですか
Dare ga kono kokoro no tame ni korosa re koto o hinan suru nodesu ka?
For @Volterra RE: Light and Solitude. - Volterra - 09-05-2016
Yes please if you don't mind! :D Do you? @Ryouta RE: Light and Solitude. - Ryouta - 09-05-2016 良克
Ryouta
I hear him, but choose not to turn my attention toward the approaching hoofbeats.
They are calm and steady, not the sound of a rushing attacker. I hope they do not approach, so attempt to look busy. I remain watching the bubbling, chirpy surface of the cold waters. I imagine the stream to be some distant run off of the mountains, carrying with it the chill of ice. I stare and stare, hoping that I would fall into the waters and drown in the some few inches depth rather than deal with someone else in an otherwise peaceful morning. I am not so lucky. Lo. Ah, so it begins. I turn my head, looking at the larger stallion with a blank gaze, an empty face, a nonchalance. His black frame is painted with ivory mimicking a skull. I think, judging by the glimmer of crimson, it is probably fitting. Some beast, more obvious than most, coming to greet me. I am not afraid, for I do not fear anything these days. If he were some reaper come to collect me, drag me to the pits of hell to roast for eternity, I would not be surprised. The sad attempt at conversation makes me believe he is simply a fierce looking man. Mortal, possibly dangerous. I sigh. Yet again, no death comes for me on this day. I am getting used to such disappointments. "Aye," I say, my voice just as empty as my expression. "It keeps better company than most." One might assume I am joking, but I find nature to be much less invasive, annoying, and idiotic than the general population. He would not find a shred of sarcasm in my voice, not the hint of humor. "What has you out and about so early?" I ask, though there is no curiosity in my tone. I do not really care, but I am finding conversation will exist around others whether I care for it or not. When I am some faceless stranger in this realm, no one avoids my presence, no one shies away from my approach. I am no one. They do not fear a nobody, clearly. "" ooc -- Please :) 誰がこの心のために殺されことを非難するのですか
Dare ga kono kokoro no tame ni korosa re koto o hinan suru nodesu ka?
@Volterra RE: Light and Solitude. - Volterra - 09-10-2016
@Ryouta RE: Light and Solitude. - Ryouta - 09-20-2016 良克
Ryouta
You have a point there.
The faintest hint of a smile finds its way in the upturn of my lips for a moment. So, he understands, at least a little. I found respite in nature often, for it was one of the few things in the world that never pestered, never pried into my subconscious. The world, despite all the wrongs that accompanied my life, remained pure and clean in the dull light of morning. I watch him from the corner of my eye as he shrugs, as if a weight rested on those powerful shoulders. He soon revealed what that weight was - a herd. I nod, as if to show him that I understand the problem with herds. I do, to a certain extent, though my time within them had been brief at best. Before my binding covenant with Daa'hn, I spent most of my life as a nomad, staying nowhere for long. Most of my memories of herd living had been bloodied and torn apart, ruined by the reality that life often came to an abrupt end. The offer Lyanna had extended to me in the Threshold, to journey to her home in the World's Edge, came to mind. Even now, I do not regret telling her politely that I had no interest in stepping into a herd land. Despite her promise that aid would come unhindered and unpaid, I felt the opposite would be true. Nothing is truly free, and even this man before me, a skull for a face, is testimony to that. Having to seek the Wilds to clear your thoughts, to find yourself, to be rid of the nattering of others - I do not envy him. I want nothing more than solitude, or so I believe. You can be so stubborn, Ryouta. I shake the fog from my head as he asks of me my own purpose. Slowly, I turn my muddied face to look at his own. "I have no herd," the words are not tinged with sadness, no regret, just fact. "I find it easier that way." I feel the need to interject this here. While I doubt this man has any intention of extending an invitation to whatever place he calls home, I take no chances. Others I had met in Helovia seem hellbent on extending an unwanted helping hand when you just want them to bugger off. However, one of those hands had saved my life, so I cannot be entirely ungrateful or cynical. Well, I shouldn't be, but who would I be if not a cynic? "Promises of loyalty, like much in this world, are often just chains to drag you into your own grave." "" ooc -- Sorry for the wait! 誰がこの心のために殺されことを非難するのですか
Dare ga kono kokoro no tame ni korosa re koto o hinan suru nodesu ka?
@Volterra RE: Light and Solitude. - Volterra - 09-24-2016
RE: Light and Solitude. - Ryouta - 10-23-2016 良克
Ryouta
Like the ringing of a death knell, a smile creeps across the skull face of my company. It is a strange expression, one that fills me with no sense of joy, not a touch of sunlight on a cloudy day. One that seems tinged with the mourning of something lost - or someone.
I cannot say for sure. I know nothing of his past, only the present image before me. Still, the ring of familiarity echoes within my mind, as though I am looking into a warped mirror at myself. Despite my best attempts to avoid connections with others, I cannot deny the invisible bonds between myself and the occasional stranger I meet. What motivates my own flat nature might be wholy different, yet the ending result is the same. A hollow smile, a hollow gaze, a hollow voice. He confirms my suspicions. Against the odds, I find a comrade in the wilderness and pale light of morning. One word clings to my ears, like gossamer threads of a spider, light and persistent: fate. I could scoff internally at the word. Fate. I hated the idea, the notion, that we are dragged by preordained chains into our future - the alternative thought being you are in control of your own life. Perhaps more terrifying than fate and destiny, that I could have changed my life by my own will and actions. Would I have felt such loss if I had not been a weak coward? Could I have saved her, saved them? Might I have saved myself entirely? I blink the thoughts away in one swift fall of my lashes, listening to his words yet strangely choosing to ignore them. The reality of my current position is clear as day, even in the dim light of early morning as the sun races to fill the sky. There is no bargain, no advantage, no offer great enough to force my allegience to some king and his bloodied crown. I had already done such in the search for revenge, but it left myself more broken and corroded than when my journey began. I have experienced the loyalty of which he speaks. Maybe my age will begin to show, yet I know full and well even the trust earned can be broken as easily as flesh. The curve of my lips upturn as he calls out my cynical view point, but I am not inclined to change my perspective. One day the ice would melt, but it is not today. "I am a cynic," I admit, my voice flat and unmoved. "That is well earned in my life, more so than any loyalty." Do I speak of my own losses or my own actions? Both have rendered someone devoid of trust, I suppose. I knew the nature of a creature pushed into a corner, and it is ugly in its kindest description. I also knew of the lengths to which another will go for loyalty. I may be a cynic, but I am learning that to be alone is better than to be a puppet for malice and murder. "" 誰がこの心のために殺されことを非難するのですか
Dare ga kono kokoro no tame ni korosa re koto o hinan suru nodesu ka?
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