11-30-2017, 06:09 PM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
There was a quiet moment in Grimdark’s head when he realized that the entire world was content to roll on without him—as if he never existed. He knew his mother had—wherever she had gone—loved him once, and perhaps his sister too. But he had left, and then, just like the rest of them, they had faded.
Out of sight, out of mind, as they say.
He was content to live his life, as blissfully ignorant as they came and go as shades, dancing through his mind. Every so often, he would venture out in search of food—for one cannot live on sand alone. Keeping to the shadows, ever vigilant of his surroundings. Ever since that winter night… that woman. He had stepped into a place out of his character. As in, any character at all. He did not do well in social situations. And as was so poignantly pointed out to him—he was no good at it.
His silver eyes were turbulent—rocking like the sea after a storm. The sand clung to his hide like a distracted lover, and his hair wrapped around his neck like a mistress. He smelled like sand and sea and salt, and as he made his way down the coast, he was made silently aware of how sexy the ocean was when it was angry. He had never been to this part of Beqanna before. But he found that when he made the shoreline after his swim, he became entranced, and just kept walking. His hunger forgotten, Grimdark’s mind takes him away, unaware of his surroundings. The floundering former prince-turned-pirate knows the sea… but he does not know this land. He clicks his tongue behind his teeth; blinking away some of the grains of sand as it trails behind him like a shadow.
What bounty waits for him here among the mystifying sand dunes beyond the cliffs?
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure