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10-27-2015, 05:24 AM
och jag växte upp snabbt, från min barndom var det allt—jag föddes redan slagen
då tänker du tyst och skriker högt, memorerar hela jävla monologen som skrevs för din inre röst,
"I remember you."
The voice that came out of the fog was quiet, and thoughtful—the stallion that followed worn-looking, like he had no real desire to wake up each morning anymore. The world was an empty place, barren and lifeless, and not even the odd dream-valley he had found himself in could faze him. Tall mountains pierced clouds, emerald grass swayed in the breeze, and the only thing he could think of was that it looked like the Aurora Basin without any snow whatsoever.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
So he stood there in the fog, white swirling about him like a cloak and a shield, and stared at those gathered. Erthë, he'd heard Maren call the orphaned child after Shadow's death. A stallion he had seen as a foal—a son of Paladin, and brother to Ophelia—but couldn't be bothered to recall the name of. He had a twin, dappled gray with red fringes, who had seemed the darker of the two at the time. This one certainly hadn't kept his bad guy ways, because unless Mauja was a moose, he was Erthë's father. And Shadow had certainly had wings.
Last but not least there was Tembovu, with an odd mixture of fresh and dried blood staining the sides of his head, and even though no one was busy murdering each other Mauja could smell tension.
To top it all off there was this three-headed dog standing in the middle of them, and he could only assume it belonged to Erthë's father. Mauja stared at him for a moment longer, but his gaze carried no weight—was blunt, dulled, empty almost. "You came here then, as you do now." Slowly, he looked about himself, at the fog curling around tree and rock and glass. It was oddly fitting; he had accepted the nameless man into his herd many years ago, saved Shadow from drowning on the beach, and witnessed her death. That it seemed they would now be the protectors of Erthë seemed.. fitting, almost; a circle closing, like so many other circles recently had.
His pale eyes drifted past the gray dun's body onto the small white girl clinging against his shoulder, as if it could somehow keep her from drowning in this blizzard. "Erthë," he simply said, before returning his gaze to the grown men.
What the fuck can I do for you today?
[ @Erthë @Tembovu @Vadim ]
The voice that came out of the fog was quiet, and thoughtful—the stallion that followed worn-looking, like he had no real desire to wake up each morning anymore. The world was an empty place, barren and lifeless, and not even the odd dream-valley he had found himself in could faze him. Tall mountains pierced clouds, emerald grass swayed in the breeze, and the only thing he could think of was that it looked like the Aurora Basin without any snow whatsoever.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
So he stood there in the fog, white swirling about him like a cloak and a shield, and stared at those gathered. Erthë, he'd heard Maren call the orphaned child after Shadow's death. A stallion he had seen as a foal—a son of Paladin, and brother to Ophelia—but couldn't be bothered to recall the name of. He had a twin, dappled gray with red fringes, who had seemed the darker of the two at the time. This one certainly hadn't kept his bad guy ways, because unless Mauja was a moose, he was Erthë's father. And Shadow had certainly had wings.
Last but not least there was Tembovu, with an odd mixture of fresh and dried blood staining the sides of his head, and even though no one was busy murdering each other Mauja could smell tension.
To top it all off there was this three-headed dog standing in the middle of them, and he could only assume it belonged to Erthë's father. Mauja stared at him for a moment longer, but his gaze carried no weight—was blunt, dulled, empty almost. "You came here then, as you do now." Slowly, he looked about himself, at the fog curling around tree and rock and glass. It was oddly fitting; he had accepted the nameless man into his herd many years ago, saved Shadow from drowning on the beach, and witnessed her death. That it seemed they would now be the protectors of Erthë seemed.. fitting, almost; a circle closing, like so many other circles recently had.
His pale eyes drifted past the gray dun's body onto the small white girl clinging against his shoulder, as if it could somehow keep her from drowning in this blizzard. "Erthë," he simply said, before returning his gaze to the grown men.
What the fuck can I do for you today?
[ @Erthë @Tembovu @Vadim ]
du lät exakt som ismael.
