I'm just a sucker for pain [topsail + any]

[Gunsynd]

Gunsynd

I wanna chain you up       I wanna tie you down

He is just a shadow moving slowly into the familiar land, blending into the mists that often form in the depths of the valley. Even upon closer examination there does not seem to be a firm boundary between himself and the mist, but the two seem to simply merge into one another. Only his dark eyes seem to be fully there, gleaming out of the fog. Heavy hooves carry him towards the typical meeting places of his memory, though they do not make a sound. His entire presence is eerie; like a bad dream.

He does not see any inhabitants on his journey and this makes his lips curl in disgust. The valley is a proud place that has, in its history, been a powerhouse of talent and ambition. This emptiness sets an acid to curdling in his gut. He becomes more and more solid as his thoughts and his patience run away from him. As if taking its cue, the mists dissipate from around him and finally he is left fully there, his thick black body imposing as always, dark hair falling haphazardly in front of his eyes. 

Anxiously he tosses back his head and lets out a deep, guttural call for the ruler and whoever would like to accompany them. The anger and impatience is visible in his eyes even from behind his tangled locks. 

He's back. Home.

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