06-18-2017, 07:28 AM
… curiosity killed the cat &
satisfaction brought him back
satisfaction brought him back
A season has passed since Lucrezia's disappearance and Offspring's coronation, and Dahmer is still angry. The heat in his belly simmers almost constantly, and with it, thoughts of Desole bloom unwanted in the black beast's head. Use it, she would have said, do not let it render you useless. Dahmer can hear the steel & ice mare's voice in his head, words that could have been motivating but were spat at he and Sid Malone. They had learned to deal with it, had let the words fall from their backs like water from a duck, and had trained until it was dark and their limbs were numb. Such was the life of a child from Azza.
After their island had fallen into the sea, coaxed by a vicious earthquake, Dahmer had risked life and limb to swim through the roiling waters and to the mainland. He has found no need, since then, since his successful reign of the Subway, to be angry. No need to fight for a territory or a mare or for justice. He has simply lived.
But now... the black thoroughbred sighs restlessly, brilliant blue eyes glaring into the coursing river as if it has done him wrong. His jaw clenches periodically, perhaps the only indication that he is not sleeping with his eyes open. A shiver runs through his tensed muscles and he thinks of Tephra again, where he should be standing warmly at the base of the volcano, hidden in his trees and waiting for Lucrezia to pull herself from her politics to come visit. Instead, he is here, awaiting the start of winter with a sore shoulder from Jord's bite.
"This is a damn mess," the black beast mumbles to himself, before falling into silence once more.
After their island had fallen into the sea, coaxed by a vicious earthquake, Dahmer had risked life and limb to swim through the roiling waters and to the mainland. He has found no need, since then, since his successful reign of the Subway, to be angry. No need to fight for a territory or a mare or for justice. He has simply lived.
But now... the black thoroughbred sighs restlessly, brilliant blue eyes glaring into the coursing river as if it has done him wrong. His jaw clenches periodically, perhaps the only indication that he is not sleeping with his eyes open. A shiver runs through his tensed muscles and he thinks of Tephra again, where he should be standing warmly at the base of the volcano, hidden in his trees and waiting for Lucrezia to pull herself from her politics to come visit. Instead, he is here, awaiting the start of winter with a sore shoulder from Jord's bite.
"This is a damn mess," the black beast mumbles to himself, before falling into silence once more.
break some bread for all my sins
@[Ellyse] *waggles brows*