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11-15-2014, 12:36 AM
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KAJ
there's nothing left to say nowAt the base of the summit is where he feels smallest. The force of his responsibilities weighing down on him, and the height of the mountainous hill suddenly forces him to a standstill. His shoulders are weary with work, but it is his spirit that has suffered the most. Worn and ragged, the excitement of life had dulled in his seasons as King. Where had the time gone? Where had his spark disappeared to? It surely had to remain, somewhere in the recesses of his soul. Buried beneath the rubble of duties and worry, perhaps, but hopefully still alive. How was he to search it out, though? Even standing there, dwarfed even in his massive form beneath the shadows of the god's creation, he was merely playing out a role. Patrol, of course. The only escape from the borders he had, ones he rarely left, fearing the moment he strayed disaster would strike. Gossamer clouds gathered round the sound of his sigh, clinging to his lightly whiskered face in the moonlight. Silvery rays illuminating further the sign of winter at his exhalation. In that moment he felt completely alone. But it was a freeing feeling, and as he stared up into the clouds, the tip of the earth shrouded from view...there was a sudden determination to fix what had clearly gone wrong to have turned him so far from the path of his true self. Made him lose sight of himself, his real priorities. In a mighty sweep he turns to cast his head beyond his shoulder, and in his wake he finds her. One of the few he can converse with freely, the one who had helped him shift free of the burdens when he had first fitted the unseen crown round his ears. Cheveyo's painted form moved through the thick snow at the base of the hill, but Kaj turned to her and began to stride back through his own marks left in the snow. Wings flaring in open invitation. A loose, boyish smile curling on his lips as majestic gait became a prance, slushing the snow shamelessly. A sparkle of challenge lighting up his previously deadened expression. "Care for a race?" @[Cheveyo] |
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