08-30-2017, 05:13 PM
Diable Rouge
>I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me...
He had taken the lead.
The group consisted of the mare, Tangerine, her two children, the frail orphan boy, Kaiode, and himself. And he had taken the lead.
The mother and children trio had come to the rescue at just the right time. Kaiode, left in the sand to fend for himself by his mother (if you could even call her that), was dying. The melody the chaser sang to him was one of sorrow and defeat...for if he could not protect this child, what could he protect?
Fate had brought them all together. Well...you could call it fate. However, she had a more fitting name. Solace - a light shining through the darkness, a fire on a freezing night, the eye of a hurricane. She came towards them, unknowing of how significant her approach would come to be. Her mother offered her nourishment to the orphan boy, and for this, and for Solace, he would be eternally grateful.
The rusty stag kept Kaiode's name...it was a reminder to him that all battles, won or lost, are important. That he must stay strong, and keep fighting, no matter the circumstances of his life...something Diable Rouge had to learn for himself, but hoped to pass on to the boy and his two friends (although they were being raised more like siblings at this point).
The air, while humid, was still crisp with the promise of autumn. The children were growing before his eyes, and the child he considered to be his son, was becoming a fine young colt. Diable Rouge wished to pass on whatever knowledge he could to him before the colt was able to go off on his own in a year or two. The thought frightened him - the world was a scary place - but he knew it was inevitable, only wishing that Kaiode would remember him when this time came.
Diable Rouge took in a deep breath of the fresh air, watching the sunrise from the tropical Tephran grasses. He enjoyed his home...in fact, he hardly ever left it. He wanted to become a diplomat for the land he adored. When the time was right, he hoped this would happen. He turned to look at Kaiode, his self-proclaimed son and smiled.
Only when the time is right...
He had taken the lead.
The group consisted of the mare, Tangerine, her two children, the frail orphan boy, Kaiode, and himself. And he had taken the lead.
The mother and children trio had come to the rescue at just the right time. Kaiode, left in the sand to fend for himself by his mother (if you could even call her that), was dying. The melody the chaser sang to him was one of sorrow and defeat...for if he could not protect this child, what could he protect?
Fate had brought them all together. Well...you could call it fate. However, she had a more fitting name. Solace - a light shining through the darkness, a fire on a freezing night, the eye of a hurricane. She came towards them, unknowing of how significant her approach would come to be. Her mother offered her nourishment to the orphan boy, and for this, and for Solace, he would be eternally grateful.
The rusty stag kept Kaiode's name...it was a reminder to him that all battles, won or lost, are important. That he must stay strong, and keep fighting, no matter the circumstances of his life...something Diable Rouge had to learn for himself, but hoped to pass on to the boy and his two friends (although they were being raised more like siblings at this point).
The air, while humid, was still crisp with the promise of autumn. The children were growing before his eyes, and the child he considered to be his son, was becoming a fine young colt. Diable Rouge wished to pass on whatever knowledge he could to him before the colt was able to go off on his own in a year or two. The thought frightened him - the world was a scary place - but he knew it was inevitable, only wishing that Kaiode would remember him when this time came.
Diable Rouge took in a deep breath of the fresh air, watching the sunrise from the tropical Tephran grasses. He enjoyed his home...in fact, he hardly ever left it. He wanted to become a diplomat for the land he adored. When the time was right, he hoped this would happen. He turned to look at Kaiode, his self-proclaimed son and smiled.
Only when the time is right...
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[Kaiode] @[Solace]
@[Kaiode] @[Solace]