01-05-2017, 07:51 PM
There was little to say for his homecoming - but that was nothing new. He was a shadow - a murky figure in the depths of the ocean; something you knew was down there, but could never quite decipher. And now? Now he had risen, he had breached the waves and faced the shocking slip of surface air - he had returned. There was little fanfare, little acknowledgement, and no surprise - but that was perhaps how he wanted it. Silence, like an ever present womb, had become his saviour.
He was not one to swallow his pride. In fact, there was only one prior occasion in which he did so - and it was shockingly similar to this. (Similar because it seemed only to Ruan would the magician king relent - only to the wolf would he admit that he did not truly know his son). This was not the only strange thing about this situation. But the reason of his visit - Kilter. Kilter, the eldest boy of the triplets, the last kin he had sired. Why he cared - he did not know.
Perhaps it was the strangeness of the boy - who crept among trees and bayed at the moon with the wolves. It could have been the strangeness of it all - he had sired triplets before, but not in such a unique occasion. Or maybe, and most likely - it was the fact of how blatantly the boy had shirked his father. How easily he found solace in the dark of the forest, the warmth of the wolves - and mostly, the company of Ruan.
Did it irk Eight? Slightly, maybe, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t put a finger on it - and perhaps never would be able to. But there was a tug towards Kilter that EIght could not ignore - which meant there was a force to tear him towards Ruan - the only one that the young telekinetic seemed to care for.
And so Eight went, following the drifting scent of the stallion who had once been under his rule (though the magician didn’t quite think of it like that). Following the scent (which only had been etched in his mind as it was the one link to his earth moving son), he entered a land that staggered under the weight of tall trees - giant things that loomed far taller than anything the magician had seen. It was quiet, snow blanketing the limbs of the trees and coating the forest floor in a silence so thick.
It was here he waited. He knew the dappled stallion would find him eventually - if there was anywhere that Eight was sure Ruan would roam, it would be the forest.
He was not one to swallow his pride. In fact, there was only one prior occasion in which he did so - and it was shockingly similar to this. (Similar because it seemed only to Ruan would the magician king relent - only to the wolf would he admit that he did not truly know his son). This was not the only strange thing about this situation. But the reason of his visit - Kilter. Kilter, the eldest boy of the triplets, the last kin he had sired. Why he cared - he did not know.
Perhaps it was the strangeness of the boy - who crept among trees and bayed at the moon with the wolves. It could have been the strangeness of it all - he had sired triplets before, but not in such a unique occasion. Or maybe, and most likely - it was the fact of how blatantly the boy had shirked his father. How easily he found solace in the dark of the forest, the warmth of the wolves - and mostly, the company of Ruan.
Did it irk Eight? Slightly, maybe, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t put a finger on it - and perhaps never would be able to. But there was a tug towards Kilter that EIght could not ignore - which meant there was a force to tear him towards Ruan - the only one that the young telekinetic seemed to care for.
And so Eight went, following the drifting scent of the stallion who had once been under his rule (though the magician didn’t quite think of it like that). Following the scent (which only had been etched in his mind as it was the one link to his earth moving son), he entered a land that staggered under the weight of tall trees - giant things that loomed far taller than anything the magician had seen. It was quiet, snow blanketing the limbs of the trees and coating the forest floor in a silence so thick.
It was here he waited. He knew the dappled stallion would find him eventually - if there was anywhere that Eight was sure Ruan would roam, it would be the forest.