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08-07-2015, 05:10 AM
Entia
we could write a bad romance
we could write a bad romance
The world is always bigger than he remembers it is. The worlds, the world, the path he walked, not much was really able to surprise him anymore. Despite saying he'd remain with them forever, Entia it seemed had that lovely bug, bitten long ago after his time as the king of Ilir, and he wandered far from everything he knew. Wingless, scarred and having lost so much, there was truly little that surprised him at all. He remembers the feeling as that wing he once had broke in half, snapped through the elbow joint, and he remembers the feeling of pain, so similar, but so different, when he lost his son to that demon, the only being who walked who Entia felt real and true hatred for.
Yet as he walked, there was little going on in his head. He came to realise where he was though, looking through his one red and one white eye as the forest grew dense around him. He didn't slow down though, he simply kept walking. The scents changed slowly, becoming damper, and then there were many other smells suddenly, so many variations in them. There was little else though, and no sign of life beyond the birds and the wildlife that stepped into his path, or ran through the trees.
Entia came to a halt though, in a little clearing, wondering just for a moment what he was getting himself into; and, curiosity burning in his mind, wondering what it was that this forest, nestled in the pass of the mountains, was guarding.
Yet as he walked, there was little going on in his head. He came to realise where he was though, looking through his one red and one white eye as the forest grew dense around him. He didn't slow down though, he simply kept walking. The scents changed slowly, becoming damper, and then there were many other smells suddenly, so many variations in them. There was little else though, and no sign of life beyond the birds and the wildlife that stepped into his path, or ran through the trees.
Entia came to a halt though, in a little clearing, wondering just for a moment what he was getting himself into; and, curiosity burning in his mind, wondering what it was that this forest, nestled in the pass of the mountains, was guarding.
