Lost boys, they call themselves sometimes - lost to the world or just lonely souls trying to find a purpose in the world but not exactly finding one. But then, he knows his father is a god of the darkness, and ever-curious as he is, he wonders what separates the dark from the light. What lines should be crossed to be considered a truly dark one, or how does one earn the right to be called light?
Sometimes the lines may be crossed so easily, as if it’s no trouble at all, but then the world is still turning. He remembers Lokii bringing in hearts, hearts of girls that were about his age now, and he’d never considered that they’d died without purpose, because the purpose had been for him to learn how the hearts work, no? Or perhaps not. But without darkness there was no light, without murder and death, nobody would realize what their life was worth. At least so he always thought. And so he’d be an instrument of darkness, sometimes when he estimated the world was getting dull and just too goody.
The golden colt and his wolf then - they are some kind of balance. That’s what interests him so. Together, they are light and dark in one, altogether cancelling one another out, so, what is their purpose? Should he not have a bigger purpose and jusst give in to the darkness?
But his scent and sound is caught soon enough, though the sight of a see-through colt is harder to latch on to. But when he does, he smiles, and so the bay appaloosa smiles back though the spsrk of it is lost, there is hardly ever a smile that reaches his eyes except when he takes something apart to investigate it. ”Just me. Why’d you care?”
@[Khaedrik] sorry for the wait, my Raj muse goes in ups and downs
Sometimes the lines may be crossed so easily, as if it’s no trouble at all, but then the world is still turning. He remembers Lokii bringing in hearts, hearts of girls that were about his age now, and he’d never considered that they’d died without purpose, because the purpose had been for him to learn how the hearts work, no? Or perhaps not. But without darkness there was no light, without murder and death, nobody would realize what their life was worth. At least so he always thought. And so he’d be an instrument of darkness, sometimes when he estimated the world was getting dull and just too goody.
The golden colt and his wolf then - they are some kind of balance. That’s what interests him so. Together, they are light and dark in one, altogether cancelling one another out, so, what is their purpose? Should he not have a bigger purpose and jusst give in to the darkness?
But his scent and sound is caught soon enough, though the sight of a see-through colt is harder to latch on to. But when he does, he smiles, and so the bay appaloosa smiles back though the spsrk of it is lost, there is hardly ever a smile that reaches his eyes except when he takes something apart to investigate it. ”Just me. Why’d you care?”
@[Khaedrik] sorry for the wait, my Raj muse goes in ups and downs