Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
Memories of a long ago life still tickle at his mind, reminding him of a home he had long ago abandoned. The shadows had become his home, welcoming him in a way he had found irresistible. But still his heart yearns for something more. For a friend of flesh and blood that could offer him more than the cold comfort of darkness. What had drawn him away to begin with is now what brings him back to the land of light and life.
He lingers in the darkest depths of the forest, uncertainty dogging his every step. But that lonely longing drives him forward still, encouraging him onward. For a moment, he almost returns to his parents. He had been little more than a boy when he had first left, fleeing them for the darkness that had always called to him. But as round, golden eyes peer into the cozy comfort of their wooded den, he knows that this is no longer where he belongs. They are so full of love and light and goodness, and he is nothing but dark and shadow. He would only bring ruin to them.
Instead he closes those shadowy curtains, doing his best to ignore the ache in his heart. Doing his best to still pretend ignorance to the fact that he doesn’t belong.
Truthfully, he had never belonged.
Instead he steps from his shadows into the heart of the wood, where the light struggles to penetrate the thick of the canopy. A part of him is tempted to return the darkness of the shadowy beyond, but a more insistent piece of his lonely heart demands he stay. Even if he cannot face the world just yet.
Head drooping low, he peers into the distant forest before stepping nimbly between the roots of a massive, ancient tree. Settling onto the earth in that faint hollow, he curls in on himself until he is nothing more than an indistinct shadow with startlingly yellow eyes blinking out from impenetrable darkness.
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@[Cimmerian]