10-02-2021, 04:22 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Even when he had also been a lost child, he had avoided this place. Yet he comes now. Why?
Why indeed.
Aela had found a powerful child here and after taking Sickle from Tephra, he realizes the wisdom in plucking unwanted children from places that don’t cherish them. The Den was the easiest place to take them from with rarely any resistance from its caretakers. There is also something darker that brings him here, tied to the Fae blood that runs in his veins. Changeling foals, those that were stolen and raised by faerie. Why shouldn’t he take them if nobody else wants them? Look at what he had become, worthless thing that he had started out as. Just like them.
And if he can gift his son with a sister, a companion like the one that death had taken from him, he would happily do so.
She is not replaceable, the dead girl with blood red eyes, but perhaps another might ease the pain. Might help set things right and ease that guilt that weighs so heavily in his chest.
There aren’t many here and with a quick question to the resident fairy, he is pointed in the direction to where the abandoned filly lays. She is the color of sunsets and smells of apple blossoms and he looks down at where she has crumpled into herself with a flash of his red eyes, the rest of his gilded face smooth and unreadable. “Your name, child.” He finally says after a few minutes of considering her. More of a demand than a question.
Why indeed.
Aela had found a powerful child here and after taking Sickle from Tephra, he realizes the wisdom in plucking unwanted children from places that don’t cherish them. The Den was the easiest place to take them from with rarely any resistance from its caretakers. There is also something darker that brings him here, tied to the Fae blood that runs in his veins. Changeling foals, those that were stolen and raised by faerie. Why shouldn’t he take them if nobody else wants them? Look at what he had become, worthless thing that he had started out as. Just like them.
And if he can gift his son with a sister, a companion like the one that death had taken from him, he would happily do so.
She is not replaceable, the dead girl with blood red eyes, but perhaps another might ease the pain. Might help set things right and ease that guilt that weighs so heavily in his chest.
There aren’t many here and with a quick question to the resident fairy, he is pointed in the direction to where the abandoned filly lays. She is the color of sunsets and smells of apple blossoms and he looks down at where she has crumpled into herself with a flash of his red eyes, the rest of his gilded face smooth and unreadable. “Your name, child.” He finally says after a few minutes of considering her. More of a demand than a question.
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For some reason it won't let me reply to your original thread? I have no idea @leuce