I am not a creep, even if I like to stay in the shadows and watch others live their life. Maybe it's because I like to see others dance through life and love without a care in the world. I even feel envy when they flash before my eyes, like butterflies in a meadow on a sunny day. Yes, I feel envy then, but I do not wish to trade my life for another's. I am what I am.

So I stand still as I watch the princess live out her childhood dreams. Our brief meeting in the caves and the harsh words spoken, do not mean a thing now. All I remember when I see you, little one, is water and sand, laughter and youth. Somehow, you chase the darkness away and force me to believe in innocence. Will you do that now, if you saw me?

I begin to walk as she becomes aware of her surroundings. I wonder then, if I have destroyed another friendship with words and actions. Do you find it in your heart to forgive me, even if you do not know the whole story? Somehow, I will find it out, as you should be able to see me now.

With a smile and a light body, I dance to you, obsidian against the earth. "Little one." I greet you with warmth and comfort before I make my body stand still. "You look as beautiful as ever. How have you been?"

@[Abishia]

My little princess got a bite and from the way she hold herself, it is a newfound strenght. I admire that with all my heart, but I also feel the distance I create between myself and my loved ones. I wonder if it is a way for me to survive, to keep my sould from crumbling under the weight I carry. Maybe I should learn as the little one have, that people change and hide behind masks of deceit, only because the world seems such a cruel place.

The smile from my face melts away as she answer my question and as she close in, I listen. Have I become too good at hiding my true self, that even those closest to me does not recognize lies? I find no air in my lungs as she turn away and start to walk, inviting me to join her. Not even my feet are capable of such a task, so I stand, high and tall and black.

"I need to talk to someone.." I hear myself say, my eyes fixed upon the earth before my hooves. "I know you don't approve of how I treated Africa, but.. you don't understand. How can you?" Forcing liquid down my throat, does not make it easier to talk and suddenly, I find no words to speak.

This is why I choose to be heartless, as no one cares about your fears. I create fear in others, I force it down their throats until they choke on it, only because I do not want to be alone. I make more of myself as I drag them down to my level. My Queen is not the first one to feel my wraith nor my tongue and I will have to live with that for the rest of my miserable life. And if I have a say in it, it will not be a long one.

I try to close up again, to shield out the pain and the hurt from five years, but the emotions prove to be too strong. I have not the energy to shield myself from my demons, but to ask for help is too risky. So I do nothing. I just stand there like a statue to remind all who looks at me, that love - love is pain. Love is despair and death and it hurts so bad.

I turn away from her, the living image of myself in my youth. So careless and optimistic and blind to the world's hatred. With a smile and a look, I offer the little princess what may be my last words to her. "You should go. Live your life as happy and carefree as you can, and promise me - don't let anyone tell you that love is overrated or a bad thing. If someone do, I'll find them and eat their hearts."

OOC: @[Abishia] don't let him go! I have a feeling that if she get's him to stay, he'll tell her about his past and that may be interesting lol

I both hate and love my name - Windwalker. Once it held a promise of a better future and possibilities, but now it taunts me each time someone speaks it. It still sounds weird when she speak it, trying to cut me off from my path to safety and isolation. But I listen to wha my little princess have to say, as I owe her that much. I even stay out when she close the gap between my black being and her thin, dual-colored coat.

You promise me too much, little one, and even I who speak truth wrapped in lies, know you can not keep them. I do not know it yet, but as I think those thoughts, my eyes change. Maybe it's because I finally grasp how the world spin and how easily a heart can be manipulated, but still, the blackness merge with hazel and they spin.

"I will tell you something only the dead know." I am not trying to be theatrical or even dramatic as I say it and I carry on before she can stop me. "I was not born as Windwalker. I chose that name after my family died. And if you and I are going to be friends, you should know who I really am and why." With a deep breath I try to find some sort of curage, for what I am about to tell her, may ruin everything.

"I was born as Arcane, and I had a twin brother named Maedre. He is the main reason why I never took to the sky, as he broke my wing in a rage when we were only colts." I know how it may sound, that I am trying to put blame on him and get some sort of pity in return. Wrong. "So I left the herd and wandered around for a few years before I returned. He had stayed with my family and laid claim on the throne as well as the one I loved. So I killed him and ate his black, beating heart right from his bloody chest."

I almost smile as I recall the sensation of ending his miserable life in front of my family and old friends. Then it fade and the darker time fall upon me. "They did not like it of course, and no one understood my radical behaviour, even after I told them the truth of my broken wing. They should never have done that, as I plunged into a darker place and before I knew it, I had killed them. Not by eating their hearts of course, but by driving them off a cliff after I damaged their wings." I breathe again and try to read her face in an attempt to see if she even believe in my words. "So that is who I am. Do you still want to be my friend even if I am capable of such a deed?"

And who knows, I think quietly to myself, who knows if I am still capable of doing something like that again. I bet I am.

@[Abishia] Soo..I don't know if I like the honest Windy (or should I say Arcane). And also, he has now passive magic yay! :D

"I did what I had to do." I say, breaking the contact as our maw's touch. It is painful to live in old, bloody memories and never be able to let it go. I know I am trapped in them forever, as Maedre still lives. He live inside of me, clouding my thoughts and actions with vengeance and hate. I try to control him, but he was always the strongest of the two of us. He is the one who drove Africa away, just like he stole my sweetheart so many years ago. In spite of that, I still fight, every day and with every breath my lungs can muster.

With a breath, I calm down and open my eyes. "I have never killed since then, only other animals. But if I am forced to do it, I will and it will not be pretty." I feel like her words are more like silk than barbed wire, but something still holds me back. "So you are going to call me Arcane now?" I ask it with a crooked smile, as there have been years since others spoke my true name.

I could not imagine her taking a life, but then again, someone would not be able to believe I once had a heart. "Can you promise me something, Princess? Don't get your hands or mind bloodied again. It destroys you from inside and I do not wish to see you end up like me. If you need help with something like that, I will do it for you, no questions asked." It is my turn now, to show compassion and friendship, so I closed the gap between our bodies and lay my head over her shoulders in something that looks like a hug.

I am both scared and relieved as my life slowly get more meaning. I can not waste my time or my life now, because I have two souls to look after. One Queen and one Princess. "And thank you for not judging me for my actions. I owe you my life."

@[Abishia]
OOC: Awwww, she broke thought to him! And now she got a friend/bodyguard/mercenary/teddybear/punching-bag! yay! XD

Why am I not able to feel calm and relaxed in a situation like this? It is not a common thing for me to share my past or even my birth-name, but still, I don't feel any better. Should I not have told my Princess who I am and what I have done? It creeps in on my slowly as her breath reach my neck - I don't trust her. I have no trust in anyone, even when they trust me. I am too broken, too damaged by love and hate and life. And when I stand on the edge of the abyss, looking into the void and eyes of death, I will take her with me. That's what friends are for.

Brown and black swirls slowly in my eyes as I take a breath to prepare myself to break the intimacy. "You do know that my understanding of a friendship is quite different from yours and I may come off too hard." I say it as I take a step back before I fix my black gaze on her. I can still smell her strongly and I fear it will stay with me for days. She is so young and innocent and to be honest, perfect for someone like me. You never hear stories about the devil going after old, ugly souls, do you? No, he want's someone young and pretty, someone who is just waiting to become someone. And I will help you with that, Princess.

"But do not fear, my Princess. I will teach you everything you need to know to become strong. If you would allow me." I'd seen it in her eyes a few times, but I was not sure until now. Those brown mirrors hide something and not even the blue rims can keep it intact. "But first, we need to run!" I wait no longer, as the pressure of our talk weight heavy on my shoulders. I need to shake it off, loosen up and keep my dark mind on something that will not be the death of me. So I rear up, putting all of my weight on my hind legs before they kick me into a wild run. I know she will follow - she has to.

@[Abishia]