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I Dont Wanna Fight Alone Anymore - Carlisle - 01-17-2017 It means an ugly fight. With lives lost
Things have changed since fleeing the lands he was born in, his body and mind not as young or naive as he'd once been. Still, there is a lingering hope that there is good in others, that not all of the world is cruel... full of monsters. How far he had wandered was unknown, years it had taken. Venturing from land to land, never staying put for long, his wings often causing him to be an outcast of herds. Chased off, and unwelcome. It was a curse and a blessing he supposed, furthering his distrust in strangers. Allowing him to pull up a wall, to protect his heart and mind from their harsh words and violent actions. Silently he moves across these new lands, white wings idly tucked securely against black and white sides. Each step measured, calculated. It is different here than in his birthlands, here the season's change.. the temperature not unbearable. A cool breeze seems to drift across the lands, rustling the feathers of his wings. Scars litter his pelt tell a story of hardship and struggle, yet somehow his head remains high... proud. His steps while calculated are not hesitant, but sure.... Confident. Striking blue eyes scan the horizon as he moves as quietly as possible through the forest in this new land. If his time alone had taught him nothing, it was that not every land was welcoming... not every land was safe. Shifting his wings against his sides he slows his pace, having wandered further into the forest and yet.. not a soul was to be seen. Not yet at least, perhaps for now it was safe to stop, to rest. His black hue offers some camouflage in the dark forest, limited thanks to the stark white of his wings.
Halting near what would appear to others as some random tree, he waits. His mind shifting, plotting. Would this new, strange lands be where he could finally settle down, finally make a name for himself far from the ghosts of his past? He doubted it, expected to be driven off once more and marked a freak. A loner. Perhaps it was foolish to stop, to wait and see if any others approached him. He knew he should continue on, continue to a different land and yet.. he was tired of running. TAG: --- | WORDS: 389 | NOTE(S): Its been years since I Played him. I'm a bit rusty, will get better. | ♠ RE: I Dont Wanna Fight Alone Anymore - Lyanna - 01-17-2017 let the winds erase me, like the memory of a kiss Perhaps she shouldn’t be as trusting, as kind, as she is, knowing full well how monstrous the world can be. But still, she is. Still, she sees the good in others, believes them innocent until proven guilty. The world doesn’t work in reverse to her. She doesn’t learn to trust someone, doesn’t learn to care for someone. She waits till she’s proven wrong. Perhaps it explains why her heart is broken so easily, so often. She’s grown use to the weight of a broken heart, grown used to feeling lost and alone in this place. Despite having friends, despite having a home, despite all the things she does have here. lyanna let these waters takes me @Carlisle RE: I Dont Wanna Fight Alone Anymore - Carlisle - 01-17-2017 It means an ugly fight. With lives lost
The silence of the forest does not last long, sounds echoing through the trees... creatures moving about. It kept him on edge, striking blue eyes scanning his surroundings, waiting for some monster to leap from the shadows. He did not mean literal monsters, no that would be foolish. Simply cruel, monsterous horses.. the kind he'd grown up with. It was these that he feared would appear from between the trees, searching for some victim. Unawares he would not be found. Ears flicking atop skull; listening. His suspicions about the lands being inhabited were confirmed when another appeared, however she did not attempt to strike. Instead she offered a greeting nicker, friendly? Her dark pelt caused his mind to revolt, flashing back to the dark hues of his childhood. But there was something different, well two things were different. Where those from his birthlands had leathery wings, almost bat like in shape.. this one held wings similar to his own, though in black. The teal and white tips drew his attention the most, noting a matching teal hue in the others mane as well. He regards her with caution, though he does not show fear. Simply distrust, pondering if she had some secret agenda. Was she here to lure him into a sense of calm before the crueler horses came? He was well aware such thoughts were foolish to a lot of people... but he had seen many things in his short years. "Hi" A single word finally slips past his maw, strong despite his suspicions. Worlds edge? Her name and claiming she was from this place interested him, was this place as the name suggested? He does not move from before the tree, using it as a blockade. In case she was not alone, no one would be sneaking up from behind him. "Pleasure, Lyanna. I am Carlisle... and yes, I am new." It was only polite to offer your own name if one gave theirs. Something his kin didn't grasp.
"Worlds edge? Is that as literal as it sounds?" His curiosity was getting the better of him, something he knew better than to allow. A foolish move, at least in his mind. He shifts his weight, wings tucked tightly against his sides. Guarded. He is hyper aware of his scars – how he hates them - , knows that they often drew questions from the few kind folk he met. After all, he was covered in them, varying shapes and ages. Growing up with kin that could shape shift, it was bound to happen.
"Speech" RE: I Dont Wanna Fight Alone Anymore - Lyanna - 01-19-2017 let the winds erase me, like the memory of a kiss She’d grown up in a world of smiles and pleasantries. A world where, once upon a time, if you’d ask her she would have said that horses were inherently good. And some were, certainly. But some were not. She learned the hard way just what sort of monsters they could turn out to be. Those that pretended to be her friends, her brother’s friends, for years. But her brother’s friends and comrades in arms slit his throat while he slept. Not even an honorable murder, but of course, they were too afraid to face their fire-wielding prince with his eyes open. lyanna let these waters takes me @Carlisle |