09-07-2017, 05:47 PM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
She is right. The river is no ocean. But the inland river delta is where he resides all the same. The silt there is rich, and the water brackish. A bitter combination of fresh and salt, melded together in a tangled mess that ebbs and flows along Beqanna’s coastline. The trees break and fall away, giving in to an expanse that spans the horizon. His silver eyes turn away from the crested slopes of the swells as he turns inward, looking for the sustenance that he figured probably should keep him alive for another day.
His hair hung in a tangled mess about his head, handing in black and brown and silver streaks and fell in front of his face. He is a handsome sort of fellow. He is large, with a broad, muscular chest, and his flanks have filled out their lean muscle so that he resembles the father he has never known. His pelt is tarnished and messy… just like the rest of him.
Grimdark has grown up in veritable solitude. A twin he never sees, a mother who is bereft of glory, and other then the off-moment of company when he chooses to come out of hiding, he has grown up on his own. Bitter, misanthropic—his attitude toward life has left him jaded. And it seems, that every time he breaks his reverie, it is when he leaves the sanctity of the Delta to come to the river for food.
He is young, this is true, but his careful eyes have seen more in silence than his mouth has done talking. He would have been a fool not to have noticed the Wall that appeared out of nowhere, or the Mountain and the howling that has taken its place. Grim has no use for politics, and so it does not occur to him that his very own unknown father created the magic there that spawned the whole thing—nor does he care. He sees the monotony of every day life, and has shied away from it. Born on the Island, he was driven away from it after his mother was exiled. Someone else took control… but he resembled the invaders so startlingly—in both visage and attitude (in that they were both absolutely insane)—that He had left, taken the swim through the waves and onto the mainland.
He had no use for power. He has no use for insanity. He is a man older than his years, having seen the mistakes of many and chosen to steer clear of them all. There is just one flaw in his plan for solitude.
One must continue to eat.
He silently winds his nickel-and-dimed hide through the trees—feeling claustrophic, much preferring the coast—and when he reaches the river bank, he is unsurprised to find that once again, he is forced to make awkward pleasantries.
A woman with wings walks the paths next to the bank, her head lowered toward the earth, presumably to attempt to do the same thing that has brought him here. Wings he has seen before—residents on Ischia would sport them for pleasure making and to one up each other. Wings were a rare commodity, but commonplace enough. But the spots… that was something he had never seen before. A quirked brow and flick of his tail as he approaches. Her body has age, but it is still perfect. Those spots were a wild and beautiful thing that gave her an air of… someone who definitely did not live life as alone as Grimdark did.
He has always been a nomad. He has never owned nor been own. He has never loved or been loved, nor cared for the messiness that comes with such entanglements. He has never before experienced lust.
But if the warm sensation going to his loins was any indication, Grimdark was being forced to experience a portion of life that he never before had any desire to feel.
And he hated it.
And so he keeps his distance, turning his eyes away from her and he returns to his task, lowering his eyes to the ground before him, the frost coating his mouth as he flips the stones in search of roots and vegetation leftover from the frost. He is hungry… and he is thirsty…
But not for water.
And yet every so often, he can feel his eyes roving across her body wantonly, cursing at himself every time.
She’s dangerous, he says to himself. Don’t need experience to see that. Stay away from that one.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure