07-06-2018, 10:08 AM
Death is peaceful, Life is harder.
The meadow is bustling with activity as evening claims the sky overhead. Expectantly he feels the drop in the temperature as the sunlight weakens its touch upon him. It’s the cold that drives him towards the warm bodies gathered together. Compiled together, the union of their thoughts overwhelm him as he pokes into different minds to help aid in his travel through the thick of them. The differing motivations of their thoughts serve as entertainment amidst the loneliness of his own consciousness. Companionship, political gain and lust are all narratives that fill their heads. Opportunists and the apathetic weave themselves together in a confusing array of the thoughts unspoken. It was odd for him to see the world through the eyes of so many others. Often times it became impossible for him to form his own unique thoughts, confused by the influences that constantly pressed in on him. The concentration it required was almost painful, but he had emerged from hiding stronger – if not accustomed to the numbers that made up Beqanna. Carefully picking his path, he relies on his size to part the way before him. Standing well above the others, he was not hard to miss.
Tangled in the swarm of the others, he is only vaguely aware of the distracted mutterings of another. Her thoughts are mumbled and uninteresting to him but a brief thought about flightless wings catches his momentary attention. Attempting to decode the meaning of her musings he is too distracted to catch the warnings before the sudden jolt of another against him forces him out of the heads of the others. The collision hardly effected his sizeable mass, but he paused to catch the reaction of the other, his ears pricked forward to catch the sound of her startled breathing. Reaching once again into her mind he is amused to be greeted by the tumbling of her embarrassment. Her sweetly stuttered apology only adds to his entertainment and he smiles in hopes of calming her worries. Years of solitude had refined his skills of telepathy but had, in turn, weakened his skills of conversation.
No need to worry yourself, miss, he assured her calmly. Chuckling light-heartedly, he marveled that such a tiny thing could be worried of inflicting harm upon his bulk. I do believe I will survive this mishap.
Romulus
@[Jenova]