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pray for the thunder, briella - vulgaris - 08-06-2019 V u l g a r i S
He was surprised when Sabbath came home and delivered a daughter in Tephra. He had expected her to keep her distance until he sought her out, but his shock was quickly replaced with joy. Not only did he and his wife have their second eldest child home but now they had a granddaughter to fuss and fawn over. The memory warms his heart and strengthens his resolve to find Adna next and perhaps also her twin children. Vulgaris had seen them shortly after they were born but war and strife had torn them all apart again.
As he begins his search this summer morning, he is thankful to have a fresh body that doesn’t protest every step and ache after long walks. Perhaps the mountain did not answer his request but it gave him something small to make his journey a little easier. His knees lift easy to step over fallen branches and little shrubs as he searches the forest for any sign of his precious daughter. His dark forelock doesn’t hang in his face the way it did before, which feels strange when he goes to toss his head. He almost laughs at how much his body has changed in the last year. He really is entirely new, he thinks. His new coat has only just begun to gray and reveal the dapples hidden in the black of his body. The sunlight bleeds between the tree canopy to add little splashes of gold across him as he moves along. Occasionally, he calls out Adna’s name in the hopes that she is nearby. Vulgaris wonders if she would even answer to the sound of his voice, though. As the sun reaches its highest point and he becomes certain the humidity can grow no more unbearable, he decides to pause for a break. He comes to a stop before a bubbling creek and lowers his head to drink from the cool waters for a while, when a snapping twig catches his attention. He lifts his head and his ears swivel forward to listen for any further movement. Vulgaris prays it is his daughter, but in his heart of hearts he knows it will not be this simple. In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing Don’t look for me; don't look at me RE: pray for the thunder, briella - Briella - 08-07-2019 Briella isn't it lovely all alone? heart made of glass, my mind of stone. tear me to pieces skin to bone. @[vulgaris] RE: pray for the thunder, briella - vulgaris - 09-02-2019 V u l g a r i S
He turns his head when he hears the little twigs snap under elegant little hooves. Her body shimmers and shines like his advisor’s did, but with more stars and gems than her. In another life, Vulgaris might have found her pretty, but the memory of Leliana’s face eclipses all things he could find beautiful anymore. His heart is filled to the brim with his love for her and it cares little for other things. Still, finding another lost girl in the forest strums his heartstrings and remind shim of why he began this journey in the first place.
He wonders why she is alone out here when he realizes he knows this girl. When he had plucked Dovev from his home and told Bane to let his brood stay as well, she had been there tucked to his side. Briella was smaller back then and the fire in her eyes seems replaced with a kind of confused fog that he pities. But he doesn’t say anything. There’s no need to worry her if she doesn’t know just how lost she really is. “I’m not sure if she’s lost here or some other place. My daughter hasn’t come to visit her mother and I in some time, so I thought I should find her.. where ever she is,” he explains and attempts at a smile, but it comes out crooked and weighed down with concern. Vulgaris reminds himself that Adna is not some tiny, helpless child, but rather a predator with teeth and venom to defend herself. Never in his darkest dreams did he ever want her to need them, though. “Adna is scaled and red. She’s beautiful like a little summer sunset.” She’s not little anymore, he again reminds himself. She’s grown. Perhaps he continues to trip over this fact because it had been so easy to protect her and care for her when she was still all scruffy mane and knobby knees. Adna hung on his every word back then and thought he hung the moon just for her. And he would have, he would have. “My name is Vulgaris. Are you also lost, Briella?” he asks as he begins to walk forward again, giving her an occasional glance. Perhaps his heart is just starved for his children’s love but he wonders if Leliana would want him to bring home any other children he finds along his way. Her tender, aching heart always found a way to make space for more people to love. He keeps the invitation tucked away for now and waits for a more appropriate time, though. In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing Don’t look for me; don't look at me RE: pray for the thunder, briella - Briella - 10-21-2019 you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone BRIELLA @[vulgaris] casually drop this here... unless you wanna burn it. |