we are all liars here

[OPEN] we are all liars here

Knox Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Jen

06-12-2015, 08:13 AM

The hunter is a picture of shame. He trails his body weakly across a massive expanse of land he just recently ran through with reckless abandon. He had left the wings of his murder behind, hidden in the depths of the deep forest along with his father's bones: the site of his permanent shame. The hollow of the wood where they lay is one lost to so many but him, now.

Time, the hunter thinks, has all but washed it away.

Manhattan trails behind him, far enough back to remain unseen but still undeniably there. Knox can feel her presence and the unbidden trail of her emotions stringing alongside his own. This close to each other, after so long bonded, can keep nothing secret. It is only her thoughts that he does not hear. Perhaps, she has nothing to say.

But the retriever has a lot on her mind. As she follows her master's cloaked shadow, seeing nothing but smelling his scent, the scent of blood, and the form of another ancestor (is it Huric, now? Odd how he retreats into the boldest martyr) she thinks of how he has failed her. They have come home, and everything has happened as she foresaw it. The darkness that lingers here, in this twisted land of betrayal, hate, and gods, has turned the heart of her master.

To herself, she thinks and knows: Aylin would be ashamed.

And it is true. Knox, even not hearing her thought, knows this. He cannot get the thought off of his mind. For Aylin he had changed so much, and now he is alone for the turning of only one season and already he has returned to old ways. How can he stand by his principles and the strength of his ancestors, now, when he is so sickening even to himself?

He parts the tall, dead and wilting grasses of Frostfall with a sigh of his ancestor's hooves. The pink rose of a stallion approaches a new place, but his mind is barely his own. Knox is present, and his heart is aching.

The place that appears before him is one he has never before seen. And when he stops before it, Manhattan does not cease. She walks forward and further until at last, again, after days of travelling and five different forms, she is beside him again.

This world changes, she offers sagely. He eyes are narrowed in fixed disappointment, and trained forward, refusing to meet her master's searching, pink-eyes gaze. Manhattan extends herself, taking on the pointer's stance and dropping her jaw to take note of the scents around her.

In the structure ahead lies an egg, and before it a filly appears. The dog hears the crack in the sharp echo of her trained ears: the bonded pair know what is to come for this paint filly before them.

This filly bonds soon, Manhattan tells him, though he watches as well and knows for himself. She makes a vow.

There is a moment of cold silence and dampened faith. Knox swallows and stands fixed, afraid to move closer and disrupt the perfect moment about to take place before them.

What about yours?

And the question hurts the stallion, hurts him more than any question ever has, and with pain he falls to the earth. What can he say to his sister, the only one who has been with him for so long, the one who saved him in the forest, the one who is his companion island?

On the ground, hidden in shadow, the hunter weeps endlessly from the eyes of the hollow and dead. At his side, Manhattan looks on.

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[[@[Naerys], @[Alysanne]--so sorry for the wait, Rottie!]]

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we are all liars here - by Naerys - 06-06-2015, 01:07 AM

RE: we are all liars here - by Knox - 06-12-2015, 08:13 AM

RE: we are all liars here - by Alysanne - 06-14-2015, 11:53 AM

RE: we are all liars here - by Blu - 08-15-2015, 12:39 AM

RE: we are all liars here - by Naerys - 08-16-2015, 09:33 PM

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