now i know ya thought that ya had me played
the check is in my hand, i got it made
Look, I know I have this very ...How should we say it? ...Well known "habit". I come home, I ruffle some feathers and then I wander back off before the dust has even had a chance to settle. I've never been the type of man you could rely on, put your trust in to follow through with what he says. I make big promises on fluffy clouds filled with glitter. I know it, you know it. The only difference? It doesn't effect me.the check is in my hand, i got it made
Now before you say anything, might I point out, that not every evil or tortured mind can be dark with a side of gentleman. Logically, that gentleman gene tends to skip over a few of us, and luckily for my emotions and slowly beating heart, it just happened to skip me.
Now, that isn't to say that I don't feel anything of the "kind" or "loving" sort. I have felt love in my lifetime, though only twice. One instance was whenever I was at Caw's side. The other was when our twins, Requite and Plague were born. And then I felt heartache. When I left the love of my life and my son, plague, and took Requite to learn in another land the same teachings that the demons had once taught me.
Lastly, I had felt the form of regret, just once. It had haunted me like a war-torn spirit, digging it's claws deep within until finally I had expressed it outright. I attempted to change. To earn forgiveness, and once I had from the ones that mattered most, I drew back into the shadows once more. Now here I am again, standing at the meadow's edge, staring blankly out into the world that stretched before me.
It's a cool afternoon and a slight breeze dances across the tips of the green grasses. The overcast skies are plump with rain and the faintest of drizzles begins to fall across the surrounding area as the silver stallion stands motionless and barely breathing. Here he is again. It's been one too many times now. But despite that, the silence is almost welcoming. He had always enjoyed when the meadow was at peace - when weather like this drove most to stay in their cozy hides of their kingdoms, caves and forests.
For a while he stands there, enjoying it. Truly taking in the silence and savoring it. That is, until the soft caw of a crow sings out from overhead and his all black eyes are slowly diverted upwards towards the floating creature in the sky. Caw. The name remains in his mind, but it's loud enough within him that he could have actually said it. I'll find you, he silently promises before slowly moving his gaze back down to the meadow. For a moment he is unsure of where to go, and then suddenly his legs begin to move without any true destination in mind.
A stroll. That's all he needs. His muscles were tense with the nerves that had been building during the entire trip back to Beqanna and for a while it's almost like he is moving mechanically. Until finally the chrome colored stallion begins to relax. Though why isn't entirely known.
"There's nothing like home." Isn't that how the saying goes?
He still isn't relaxed enough to be approachable, but then again, when had he ever been? Let's be real here. Though despite that, at this point, after spending such a long time in solitude... Company wouldn't necessarily be a negative thing... If he could choose between the good or the bad, he'd probably choose both. At this point in time he had no preferences. The self-exiled do tend to get bored after all.
Tannor
long live the king
THANKS VENGE !