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09-12-2015, 11:05 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,
[ Don't worry about it ^^ And I'm nearly delirious with hunger so apologies :x ]
Peace. How long ago was it that he had felt it? This.. quiet contentment, this lack of doubt, of questions with no answers—reprieve from the creeping anxiety, the gnawing stress, a kind of restlessness that used to lay like a thin film over his heart. And so far, to his amazement, this morning hadn't had any of that. It was just the sky and the surf and the cliff and three stallions standing by the edge of the world, wind tousling their hair with a feral kind of gentleness.
No paranoia. No suspicions making his bones ache. No over-powering, deep, driving need to fix some shit in this fucked-up world, just—just a rare moment of undisturbed curiosity, of.. well, being in the moment.
The d'Artagnan-esque stranger backed away from the dead-drop. Mauja kept watching him with the same light in his eyes, listening to the deep, comforting voice of Tembovu. Achaius—someone Elsa had found and asked over. Odd that the general herself wasn't here, but then again, Mauja knew what it was like to be busy, or anti-social, or a thousand other things that made you not want to act guide for a stranger.
Even if doing it would boost your herd numbers.
“This is Mauja, a leader of the Edge,” Tembovu went on, and the only sign he gave of disliking having been named by his title was a slight twitch by his withers. Oh, well. Everyone found out sooner or later—and "later" was sometimes at a herd meeting, where he would stand as the more demure White Queen while Torleik blared out his position with pride.
It wasn't really that Mauja disagreed with being proud to be a King, it was more the fact that it wasn't how Mauja wanted to do things: wasn't how he had done things in the past, but the past was the past and it wasn't his fault that he had been thrust back into this position with company ...
He shoved the thoughts aside. He wasn't going to let thoughts of Torleik sour his so far pleasant day.
He nearly choked on his breath when Achaius suggested Mauja might like being addressed by his title. It took some effort to not—comically, though—yell NO in his face. It was the sort of thing that would, given enough time, make him casually flip out and distance himself.
If Mauja wanted to lord over them, he would, uhh.. uhh... .. turn them into slaves, or something. "Please," he said, his small smile turning into a grimace. "Just Mauja." His ears flickered, blue eyes drifting between the odd pair. In hindsight, he shouldn't have "intruded"—should've just hung back, listening, watching, waiting. Now.. well, now he had to somehow be a part of the conversation. It was a bit odd to realize that he had no particular desire for that—that that all he felt like doing was resting his head on Tembovu's ass and just let the world play on without him.
But finally, his gaze settled on Achaius. "And how do you find it so far?" Mauja might be a leader here—too aware of the competition in the Threshold, and Achaius might be a bargaining chip in the big game of Helovia.. but there were no traces of that in his voice, no measurement, nothing being weighed; just simple curiosity.
Peace. How long ago was it that he had felt it? This.. quiet contentment, this lack of doubt, of questions with no answers—reprieve from the creeping anxiety, the gnawing stress, a kind of restlessness that used to lay like a thin film over his heart. And so far, to his amazement, this morning hadn't had any of that. It was just the sky and the surf and the cliff and three stallions standing by the edge of the world, wind tousling their hair with a feral kind of gentleness.
No paranoia. No suspicions making his bones ache. No over-powering, deep, driving need to fix some shit in this fucked-up world, just—just a rare moment of undisturbed curiosity, of.. well, being in the moment.
The d'Artagnan-esque stranger backed away from the dead-drop. Mauja kept watching him with the same light in his eyes, listening to the deep, comforting voice of Tembovu. Achaius—someone Elsa had found and asked over. Odd that the general herself wasn't here, but then again, Mauja knew what it was like to be busy, or anti-social, or a thousand other things that made you not want to act guide for a stranger.
Even if doing it would boost your herd numbers.
“This is Mauja, a leader of the Edge,” Tembovu went on, and the only sign he gave of disliking having been named by his title was a slight twitch by his withers. Oh, well. Everyone found out sooner or later—and "later" was sometimes at a herd meeting, where he would stand as the more demure White Queen while Torleik blared out his position with pride.
It wasn't really that Mauja disagreed with being proud to be a King, it was more the fact that it wasn't how Mauja wanted to do things: wasn't how he had done things in the past, but the past was the past and it wasn't his fault that he had been thrust back into this position with company ...
He shoved the thoughts aside. He wasn't going to let thoughts of Torleik sour his so far pleasant day.
He nearly choked on his breath when Achaius suggested Mauja might like being addressed by his title. It took some effort to not—comically, though—yell NO in his face. It was the sort of thing that would, given enough time, make him casually flip out and distance himself.
If Mauja wanted to lord over them, he would, uhh.. uhh... .. turn them into slaves, or something. "Please," he said, his small smile turning into a grimace. "Just Mauja." His ears flickered, blue eyes drifting between the odd pair. In hindsight, he shouldn't have "intruded"—should've just hung back, listening, watching, waiting. Now.. well, now he had to somehow be a part of the conversation. It was a bit odd to realize that he had no particular desire for that—that that all he felt like doing was resting his head on Tembovu's ass and just let the world play on without him.
But finally, his gaze settled on Achaius. "And how do you find it so far?" Mauja might be a leader here—too aware of the competition in the Threshold, and Achaius might be a bargaining chip in the big game of Helovia.. but there were no traces of that in his voice, no measurement, nothing being weighed; just simple curiosity.
du lät exakt som ismael.
