I am a wild man
& i dont need to explain myself to the likes of you
It was no perfect day, it was no perfect life, but he was content in himself. Worries were not cast upon his horned head, his thoughts weren't clouded, resting in a clear ease. It was in these days that he wondered, let the land speak to him, while he traveled across it's isles, soaking in all that it had to offer. He travels with purpose today though, for time had passed much too quickly and the chromed did not like to leave unfinished business. To call it that felt so raw and wrong, but the beast could not think of any other way to describe it. For they were not friends, not lovers, not anything but enemies(well at least he was to her) and the horned had grown calloused by such an idea. He felt so much older now, his eyes holding a mature golden glint now, the vibrancies of childhood escaping him. How naive he was to say he loved her, when he knew now that what he had for Anzanie was love, perhaps not the one that is so heavily desired, but it was a kind of family admiration and care that Miseal must think was love. What he had for Enna...well it was possession, jealously wasn't love, that he knew.
Although he wouldn't admit it, it was love. He just didn't know He had spent so much time convincing himself that it wasn't, for love was to be reciprocated, and it was such a cold, awful feeling when her eyes glowed with the hate she had for him, that he told himself that it wasn't love. The golden couldn't let his heart be injured anymore, a thick layer had built over the tenderness that Enna saw, but it was maturity that too layered in thick cords. He did not march into the north angry, nor was it with a pitful saddness, or a cockyness, but rather with a neutral attitude. He could not deny the pain of their past, but he had moved on(at least he thinks so) and wanted to check up on the dainty mare of brown.
A viel spreads over his skin as Miseal becomes no longer there, but entirely still there. His magic hid him away from any of those he did not wish to converse with as he picked his way to the aurora basin. Plus, it wasn't necessarily a day he felt like he wanted to deal with a bunch of unicorns with their horns stuck up their frozen assholes. The thought of them made him cringe, but his thoughts were quite quickly stopped as the taints of blood, of horses, of her occupy every quarter of his mind. The maturity slips away as he galloped with a wild urgency to her side, his stripes still hidden with the colors of the surroundings. It is too quickly that he reaches her and realizes that Enna was no longer his to check on, to care about, to love, for so many others had already taken his place. His golds are set in some sort of stage that wasn't quite shock, but rather some form of hurt, surprise, but expectancy. He looks away from her, not bearing to be able to look at her, look at what she and that brindled asshat had created. His body is stiffened at the sight of the others gathered around her, particularly at black stallion that was present.
She is not yours Miseal
I am not done fighting
He realizes, his shoulders tightening with the frustration of his heart. In seconds, in silence, she had sliced through his barrier, and Miseal had gotten no better. He wasn't the man he came here hoping he would show her he was. There were words said that hopelessly fell to the ground, a shield of concentrated, distantness surrounding him as he merely stood there and stared. Hows, whys, whens, whats all pecked and ripped at his skin, taunting him as he peered upon the result of his mistakes.
You should not have come
But I did.
Miseal chooses to believe that his coming here was no mistake, no coincidence, but rather some sort of destiny, opportunity. He steps closer then, body tall, proud, but still hidden as he knows that she doesn't want him here, his heart torn between letting go and loving harder. He did not realize, but as he reached down to touch the creation beside her(he could not even in his jealously, hate the child) wanting only to just touch, to care, for something, for anything that was a part of Enna, that his magic flickered and the world saw all that he was. His eyes are lined with a tender, beautiful pain, the beauty of her, the beauty of her child, the pain of knowing that he had to let go, had to withdrawal, had to realize that not all beasts are going to reveal to something that the belle in brown would want, that not all beasts got a beauty. He attempts to nuzzle the young colt, hoping that he would grow up to be strong, and everything that he wasn't. He does not decide to talk to Enna, for perhaps he had only been destined here for goodbye, and his heart clenched at such a thought. Goodbyes were too permeant, too powerful.
You have to let her go
Okay.
OCC: at no point in time does Miseal know he can be seen after he is revealed & ew
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