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05-04-2015, 09:27 AM
A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
Ashamin headed for the Basin once again, leaving the frozen arch and its caves of solitude behind him. There was more to see in the land Lena had shown him, of this he was sure. The sky was darker tonight than it had been when he had first arrived. The Aurora persisted still, shining dimly through the starry black cape that had spread itself across the heavens. So much for returning to the Basin before dark arrived.
In the distance, he could see the faint outlines of the Sentinels. The moonlight shone on their metal hides, creating a spectacle of them that he could see even now. He watched them, his eyes searching for something he likely wouldn't find. What was there even to look for? Maybe nothing, anymore.
The days had seemed longer as of late. He looked down the gentle slope of the hill into the Basin, but couldn't bring himself to go any farther. Instead he lay where he was, letting his body rest just for a short while. His long tail wrapped around his side and draped loosely over his back. His hooves, sharp and cleft, dug into the scraping ice. He had learned and felt a lot in his encounter with Einarr, but now he was alone once more and the darkness threatened to undo all his confidence.
What good could he do as a warrior, anyhow? And who would he fight for? What was there to fight for, pride? Bragging rights? None of those things had interested him in the past, why should they now.
But they didn't, he reminded himself. That wasn't what being a warrior, being strong, was about. It wasn't for glory, not even so much for honor, but memorial. He could do this for his father's sake, if for no one else's.
He snorted, the flakes fluttering away as he did so and catching in the slight breeze headed East towards the Basin. Perhaps the night of nature knew he belonged there, in the comfort of a herdland, but his heart tugged him out to the border. And so he lingered, somewhere between the wilds and a home, as the night wore on, unforgiving.
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In between
heart and home
lies the buck
sorrowful
and always,
in darkness,
alone.
[[for @[Phantom]. Ashamin will probably join the Basin but his thread hasn't finished, so he's sort of in that place between the arch and the sentinels right now, just hanging out so as not to be trespassing in the event that his other thread ends unexpectedly.]]
In the distance, he could see the faint outlines of the Sentinels. The moonlight shone on their metal hides, creating a spectacle of them that he could see even now. He watched them, his eyes searching for something he likely wouldn't find. What was there even to look for? Maybe nothing, anymore.
The days had seemed longer as of late. He looked down the gentle slope of the hill into the Basin, but couldn't bring himself to go any farther. Instead he lay where he was, letting his body rest just for a short while. His long tail wrapped around his side and draped loosely over his back. His hooves, sharp and cleft, dug into the scraping ice. He had learned and felt a lot in his encounter with Einarr, but now he was alone once more and the darkness threatened to undo all his confidence.
What good could he do as a warrior, anyhow? And who would he fight for? What was there to fight for, pride? Bragging rights? None of those things had interested him in the past, why should they now.
But they didn't, he reminded himself. That wasn't what being a warrior, being strong, was about. It wasn't for glory, not even so much for honor, but memorial. He could do this for his father's sake, if for no one else's.
He snorted, the flakes fluttering away as he did so and catching in the slight breeze headed East towards the Basin. Perhaps the night of nature knew he belonged there, in the comfort of a herdland, but his heart tugged him out to the border. And so he lingered, somewhere between the wilds and a home, as the night wore on, unforgiving.
In between
heart and home
lies the buck
sorrowful
and always,
in darkness,
alone.
[[for @[Phantom]. Ashamin will probably join the Basin but his thread hasn't finished, so he's sort of in that place between the arch and the sentinels right now, just hanging out so as not to be trespassing in the event that his other thread ends unexpectedly.]]
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