08-22-2018, 03:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2018, 09:27 AM by Leilan.
Edit Reason: Mature tag for decent amlunt of swearing which will be worse come post 3. :)
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<center><div class="leilancontain"><img class="leilanimg1" src="https://i.imgur.com/uWg7kad.png"><div class="leilanname">Leilan</div><div class="leilanquote3">Demons run,<br>but count the cost...</div><div class="leilanquote2">Friendship dies and true love lies<br>Night will fall and the dark will rise</div><div class="leilanmess">
He’s had it, he’s done, there is no going back. No other way out, nothing to ease the increasing pain. There is nothing that soothes him, no relief in his dreams, and his nightmarish days are filled with pain and hurt and feeling miserably stupid.
He’d tried so hard. He’d failed so badly. No other girl could make him feel normal again, even though they’d all been sweet and kind and beautiful in their own way. But he just couldn’t care about them, still felt empty, for all the things he did with them. Nothing he could think of had worked longer than a few minutes, not the fighting and kicking, not the fake sort of romance that he almost-promised the girls he laid with.
And finally, after siring too many children and snapping at every horse coming close to him, he saw that what he really needed was for it to end, to stop the hurt that everyday was tied so close to the longing and regret, from taking over.
Truth is that it always had been this way. So it felt now anyway, because a mind twisted by hurt is not capable of seeing the past in a normal light. He was never truly loved, even his mother preferred her other children no doubt, especially the girls, she is no different from the other Amazons who loved his twin sister but mostly resented the fact that he was even living among them - a boy. Ew.. He never belonged, was always rejected, and Breckin was just one of the many. She just happened to be the last push over the edge.
Oh, he’d made up for it. Became the very thing they resented in men. A major flirt, taking nothing in life seriously, not even considering what a mare might feel if he engaged and left them without looking back. But who’s fault was it that he lived up to their expectations if he was treated this way? If it didn’t even come to their minds that he was capable of feeling anything at all, just the way they were?
Maybe your girlfriend would be more interested in sticking around if you weren’t so busy pouting and damaging the plant-life.
His trek up the mountain is mindless, not watching where he plants his feet. Exactly like the blue man had said; pouting and damaging the plant-life. Or maybe not pouting any longer. Just revelling in the darkness of his mind, clinging to the only emotion he could still feel without drowning in it: anger. He’s angry at the world, angry at himself; furious with the fairies. For placing him a boy among Amazons and taking his mother away when he was just too young to understand; angry at his mother for not explaining, and for leaving her other children because one was missing. Leave it to a young boy to compete with his twin sister for attention when all the women’s concerns are for the newborn baby girl.
I won’t leave until you tell me what got fucked up. - I did.
And she started it, didn’t she? Apart from the leaving, and favouring her girls, and being an Amazon and loving it. Never considering that aside from her husband, there were other boys suffering from that life. That sickening pride. That which made the Amazons feel superior and better than any man could ever hope to be and never could accomplish in their eyes.
That she proudly passed on to the Leviathans and subconsciously corrupted the shy and loving girls into man-hating maniacs.
He’s passed the treelines by now, and enters the cold of eternal winter; his eyes stare directly ahead, intense fury replacing the
madness
hurt
regret
loss
fear.
If you’re so set on avoiding me, do a better job at it and leave - me - alone!
Famous last words. He snorts and suddenly feels the ice cold winds battering the mountain. He’s up high - his escape plan, plan B, although it is still the most likely route. But out of all that happened, there is but one chance of redemption left.
A touch of magic.
So he curses at the wind. ”FAIRIES! You made me, you stupid twittery butterflies! Look what you’ve done! Look how this experiment of yours turned out! I’m done playing this stupid game, you better fix it, or I WILL!”
His demand is meaningless and stupid, and he realizes this but he cannot care about it. Still, there’s something to add. ”You know what? Screw you! You don’t even know how to help me, do you!? To make me forget about it, you’d have to go back in time and make me be born a girl! A stupid little girl that swoons over the Amazons like every other girl there did!”
And one that would never have fallen in love with the spotted girl, no doubt.
Good. He doesn’t need any of that.
Not any more.
</div><div class="leilanquote">the battle's won, but the child is lost</div><img class="leilanimg2" src="https://i.imgur.com/qhGXJMw.png"></div></center>
@[Officials] I got permission to powerplay a fairy for this, but I’ll be putting this little story into multiple posts. So it would be nice if there was a reply but it’s not entirely necessary to do so.
~to be continued~
<center><div class="leilancontain"><img class="leilanimg1" src="https://i.imgur.com/uWg7kad.png"><div class="leilanname">Leilan</div><div class="leilanquote3">Demons run,<br>but count the cost...</div><div class="leilanquote2">Friendship dies and true love lies<br>Night will fall and the dark will rise</div><div class="leilanmess">
He’s had it, he’s done, there is no going back. No other way out, nothing to ease the increasing pain. There is nothing that soothes him, no relief in his dreams, and his nightmarish days are filled with pain and hurt and feeling miserably stupid.
He’d tried so hard. He’d failed so badly. No other girl could make him feel normal again, even though they’d all been sweet and kind and beautiful in their own way. But he just couldn’t care about them, still felt empty, for all the things he did with them. Nothing he could think of had worked longer than a few minutes, not the fighting and kicking, not the fake sort of romance that he almost-promised the girls he laid with.
And finally, after siring too many children and snapping at every horse coming close to him, he saw that what he really needed was for it to end, to stop the hurt that everyday was tied so close to the longing and regret, from taking over.
Truth is that it always had been this way. So it felt now anyway, because a mind twisted by hurt is not capable of seeing the past in a normal light. He was never truly loved, even his mother preferred her other children no doubt, especially the girls, she is no different from the other Amazons who loved his twin sister but mostly resented the fact that he was even living among them - a boy. Ew.. He never belonged, was always rejected, and Breckin was just one of the many. She just happened to be the last push over the edge.
Oh, he’d made up for it. Became the very thing they resented in men. A major flirt, taking nothing in life seriously, not even considering what a mare might feel if he engaged and left them without looking back. But who’s fault was it that he lived up to their expectations if he was treated this way? If it didn’t even come to their minds that he was capable of feeling anything at all, just the way they were?
Maybe your girlfriend would be more interested in sticking around if you weren’t so busy pouting and damaging the plant-life.
His trek up the mountain is mindless, not watching where he plants his feet. Exactly like the blue man had said; pouting and damaging the plant-life. Or maybe not pouting any longer. Just revelling in the darkness of his mind, clinging to the only emotion he could still feel without drowning in it: anger. He’s angry at the world, angry at himself; furious with the fairies. For placing him a boy among Amazons and taking his mother away when he was just too young to understand; angry at his mother for not explaining, and for leaving her other children because one was missing. Leave it to a young boy to compete with his twin sister for attention when all the women’s concerns are for the newborn baby girl.
I won’t leave until you tell me what got fucked up. - I did.
And she started it, didn’t she? Apart from the leaving, and favouring her girls, and being an Amazon and loving it. Never considering that aside from her husband, there were other boys suffering from that life. That sickening pride. That which made the Amazons feel superior and better than any man could ever hope to be and never could accomplish in their eyes.
That she proudly passed on to the Leviathans and subconsciously corrupted the shy and loving girls into man-hating maniacs.
He’s passed the treelines by now, and enters the cold of eternal winter; his eyes stare directly ahead, intense fury replacing the
madness
hurt
regret
loss
fear.
If you’re so set on avoiding me, do a better job at it and leave - me - alone!
Famous last words. He snorts and suddenly feels the ice cold winds battering the mountain. He’s up high - his escape plan, plan B, although it is still the most likely route. But out of all that happened, there is but one chance of redemption left.
A touch of magic.
So he curses at the wind. ”FAIRIES! You made me, you stupid twittery butterflies! Look what you’ve done! Look how this experiment of yours turned out! I’m done playing this stupid game, you better fix it, or I WILL!”
His demand is meaningless and stupid, and he realizes this but he cannot care about it. Still, there’s something to add. ”You know what? Screw you! You don’t even know how to help me, do you!? To make me forget about it, you’d have to go back in time and make me be born a girl! A stupid little girl that swoons over the Amazons like every other girl there did!”
And one that would never have fallen in love with the spotted girl, no doubt.
Good. He doesn’t need any of that.
Not any more.
</div><div class="leilanquote">the battle's won, but the child is lost</div><img class="leilanimg2" src="https://i.imgur.com/qhGXJMw.png"></div></center>
@[Officials] I got permission to powerplay a fairy for this, but I’ll be putting this little story into multiple posts. So it would be nice if there was a reply but it’s not entirely necessary to do so.
~to be continued~
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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