08-28-2017, 08:25 PM
they say only the good die young.
He had left the Coast shortly after he had lost Nocturnal. There was no sign of the little lightning boy either and despite how annoying the little “milkies” had been, at least seeing him meant she would be nearby. Now they had both vanished into thin air and there was a deep twisting in his ribcage. An invisible thread linked them together thanks to the tumultuous escape from the Afterlife (a memory that had faded so much that it was only recalled as a recurring dream). Despite this link, he feels the loss of her presence keenly. Much more than he would ever admit.
If only he had lingered a little longer… To see the jaguar dappled mare that had soon entered Nerine. One that would have looked at him with true recognition. Instead Fate continued to twist it’s knife cruelly into his back. Oblivious, his mind still a fresh slate, he heads off into the unknown. Days pass, there is no exact destination he is seeking. The seasons change, fading from light to dark. Time passes (wasted days, weeks, months) before he finally appears in the grassy plains of the field.
He’s unsure of what exactly he’s seeking at this point. Enough news travels through Beqanna that he knows of the different kingdoms now. They all seem rather… Lacking. They don’t seem to match up to the kingdoms he can recall (blurry visions taken from stories he assumes were told to him, not delving deeper to try and find a face that could have possibly shared such tales). The Kings and Queens are names unfamiliar although the new ruler of the woods irritates his brain for awhile, like an itch he cannot scratch. He had pondered it for awhile before letting it drift into the wind, lost again.
Long inky locks layer against his thick neck as red eyes take a quick once over at where he’s ended up. A soft sigh escaping dark lips, the familiar flicker of missing her washing over him once more. Nocturnal… They had never been apart it seems. She should be here…. Perhaps that was why he had really ended up in the open grasslands with his tail snapping against severely scarred haunches with agitation. Perhaps this was where he could begin his search and find her once more.
If only he had lingered a little longer… To see the jaguar dappled mare that had soon entered Nerine. One that would have looked at him with true recognition. Instead Fate continued to twist it’s knife cruelly into his back. Oblivious, his mind still a fresh slate, he heads off into the unknown. Days pass, there is no exact destination he is seeking. The seasons change, fading from light to dark. Time passes (wasted days, weeks, months) before he finally appears in the grassy plains of the field.
He’s unsure of what exactly he’s seeking at this point. Enough news travels through Beqanna that he knows of the different kingdoms now. They all seem rather… Lacking. They don’t seem to match up to the kingdoms he can recall (blurry visions taken from stories he assumes were told to him, not delving deeper to try and find a face that could have possibly shared such tales). The Kings and Queens are names unfamiliar although the new ruler of the woods irritates his brain for awhile, like an itch he cannot scratch. He had pondered it for awhile before letting it drift into the wind, lost again.
Long inky locks layer against his thick neck as red eyes take a quick once over at where he’s ended up. A soft sigh escaping dark lips, the familiar flicker of missing her washing over him once more. Nocturnal… They had never been apart it seems. She should be here…. Perhaps that was why he had really ended up in the open grasslands with his tail snapping against severely scarred haunches with agitation. Perhaps this was where he could begin his search and find her once more.
no crosses count
i want to do it again