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05-06-2014, 11:46 PM
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TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul Torleik watched the female in front of him draw her wings closer to her body and wondered if she was cold. Instinctively wanting to help, he took a step forward, but halted. She did not know him well enough for him to keep her warm. Displeasure showed in the frown that wrote itself all over his marked face. Serenity told him she could not return home either because she was ordered not to, and he wondered if it was worse not to have a home at all, or to have one that could never been seen again. Likely the latter, he surmised. By the same token, however, it would mean his family was still alive and well – just that he could not see them, rather than their bodies burnt and turned to singed flesh, melted hair and scorched bone. Irelyn gave a small trill at his particularly dark thoughts, not understanding the horrible pictures of death she was experiencing. “I am sorry, little one,” he murmured to his bonded, flicking an ear to her, his attention fixing on her for comfort. Still, his eyes were on the mare before him and he noted the bitter smile and the way she did not look upon them. Why? Bitterness implied resentment, and resentment implied a want for something the other had. What did Serenity want of his? Irelyn? A friend? He could be her friend… But perhaps she was simply just jealous of his owl-griffin, so he introduced them, complimenting her through his bonded. She reaffirmed that her home was still existing, and Torleik felt a throb in his chest. Home. Such a painful word. “I am sorry,” was his simple, empathetic response. Nothing he could say could make her pain lessen. That much he knew. Ears angling towards Serenity when she spoke his name, enjoying the way it sounded from her lips, he wondered what was going to follow. He hadn’t experienced anticipation like that in quite some time. The Viking’s brows furrowed when she simply took a step back, almost whispering a parting pair of words before dropping over the cliff. Panic gripped the dual-horned stallion and he lurched forward, unable to speak for that split second of horror that she had fallen, or for some horrifically unknowable reason, decided to plummet to her death. In surprise, Irelyn squawked and took flight from Torleik’s horns, and the remembrance that Serenity had wings struck him just as he peered over the edge and saw her snap them open to glide to the ground below. He watched her look up at him and he wondered why she had left. Would he see her again? Just like Ophelia, he had not wanted this meeting to end so abruptly – yet it had. Was it purposeful? His desire to see both this mare and the white one was greater than his desire to see any others he had come across. If it was their intention to make him want them, it was working quite well. That irked him, and Torleik exhaled roughly. Was he so easily manipulated? His mother had always said he would have trouble with women because of his kind nature, and he had never believed her. Wouldn’t that allow him to be good with females? Because he was not cruel or harsh or unkind? The inability to define what relationship he had with Brisa came to mind and he frowned. His kindness has enabled that, and now what? They had not seen each other for some time either. With a quiet sigh, the Viking watched the starry pegasus down below, his murmured words soft but perhaps carried to her on the peaceful night air. “Good night, Serenity.” @[Serenity] "talk talk talk" 'Mental talking' Thoughts |
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