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there are no men like me
*tommen has not yet lost his leg
Still, the falls were a stunning place. Green valleys rising to peaks, edged with rivers lazily curling around the landscape. Many of them ended at outcroppings, pouring their contents into azure pools below. Because of this, the entirety of the herdlands seemed to purr with the distant sounds of falling water. He stood further from the main melee of the herd, surveying the place he had been staying and wondering at where this place had been when he'd still been looking for a home.
It was an impressive sight, to be sure. Once again, Tommen was tempted, if only for a moment, to be happy.
He stood still by one of the smaller pools, quietly contemplating his reflection in the gently undulating waters. He turned his head, letting his forelock fall to one side of his face, then shook his neck in an attempt to untangle the hairs that had sprung free from the usual silver strands. The mane fell back across his face, now even more of an unruly frame then before. At least I'm clean, he admitted. After his arrival to the lands with the earthen woman, he'd taken his leave and wandered into one of the land's many pools, glad he'd finally be able to wash off the grime of his travels. Now he was proud to say he was once again the handsome bastard he had always been told he was.
He paused his preening to stare down into the blues fresh waters. His reflection in the small pool stared out back at him, judgmental as always. His own golden eyes felt foreign suddenly, as if he was looking at a distorted vision of himself. His face may have been beautiful, but in those eyes lay an ugliness, displaying the turmoil of lives past. Fortunately, most people failed to see through the surface and notice the forewarning those eyes offered.
Feeling inexplicably angered, he whirled away from the water, slamming his leonine tail against it for good measure and causing ripples to erupt across its surface. He did not need to see the man he had once been. That man was a stranger in his own skin, a skin Tommen had decided to shed away. At least he had that decision to push him onward. That, and his good looks.
@Adria
please tag tommen.
