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12-03-2016, 10:51 PM
My demons are blocking out the light
And my mind is about to lose the fight
And my mind is about to lose the fight
The weight of loneliness weighs heavily upon his mind and he clings to his loneliness tightly. It draws him even deeper inside the recesses of his mind. Libertad is a wraith, hollowed out by the knowledge his other half lay somewhere beyond his side. The rose needs d’Arcy, he needs his twin just as desperately as a flower needed sunlight. Still, he keeps the angst disguised behind a face of calm. It is a mask he swiftly learned to wear on the outskirts of Helovia. Letting your enemy see the distress is only giving them an upper hand. So he buries his grief beneath the surface and hardens himself, chilly and frigidly beautiful. His tail twitches as he finds himself somewhere all too familiar. Memories flicker through his mind of when he was but a child playing. Both ears pin against his skull as he remembers how quick others had been to condemn a simple game. A game of life and death and he had been the reaper of an amphibian’s demise. There is more than just amphibian blood on his head now. He is still a green soldier with relative inexperience but he has seen death, felt his horn pierce flesh and watch life seep from another. It was in those moments he grasped what had caused so many to flinch at his roses.
Libertad watches as red bursts and stains the ground around him. Beautiful in the most morbid and macabre sort of way… He watches as he takes another step and a new flower buds and blooms. A shame the beauty fades away so quickly. He takes a step and finds his way to the water’s edge. He slowly lowers his head to take a slow, long drink. He is still all too aware of his surroundings and after a moment he lifts his head.
“A simple hello might work better than skulking in the shadows.” Libertad says with neutral tones. “Your musk gives you away.” He turns his body with a slow step and keeps his eyes moving about to find the stranger.
"Talk?"
Libertad watches as red bursts and stains the ground around him. Beautiful in the most morbid and macabre sort of way… He watches as he takes another step and a new flower buds and blooms. A shame the beauty fades away so quickly. He takes a step and finds his way to the water’s edge. He slowly lowers his head to take a slow, long drink. He is still all too aware of his surroundings and after a moment he lifts his head.
“A simple hello might work better than skulking in the shadows.” Libertad says with neutral tones. “Your musk gives you away.” He turns his body with a slow step and keeps his eyes moving about to find the stranger.
"Talk?"
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