07-18-2019, 04:00 PM
The wintry landscape is a bed, the soft breeze and snow a lullaby.
Erio’s muzzle lifts to the air and his eyes close in complete serenity. Although alone – painstakingly so – he tries to find the silver lining. There is a peacefulness here, at least in the spot he sits, where he closes his senses to the world and falls deep into his own thoughts. Despite the solemnity of his life thus far, he imagines the joy of spring and the air brimming with laughter. There are flowers surrounding him and a friend pressed against his side that is able to look beyond his deformities and shortcomings. A warm sense of adoration washes across him in this beautiful scape, but unfortunately, the boy is reeled back into a dismal and cold world when he hears shouting above the white noise of his idealizations.
It's a girl – a rather pretty one – but the commanding shouts flattens his ears. ”Hmmm?” He barely says, the sound nearly lost by her footsteps as she approaches him, winded. In anticipation of scolding, his head droops down and his eyes fall to the frosty ground for a long moment until he musters the courage to look up at her. ”I didn’t move anymore,” he murmurs once their eyes lock. Slowly, his triangular ears prick forward and his brows lift with increasing curiosity. She looks familiar, but he has little knowledge of the world. There are only a handful he has met, and she doesn’t match their scents at all.
But one… there, hidden underneath the multitude of others, is the faintest trace of their mother. Valdis has mentioned his sibling, raved about her even, but the effort was never made to find her. ”We are prisoners,” mother advised him one day when he asked to explore. Despite her demands, Erio wandered away and found himself perched on the mountain in front of a fairy. So rebellious, he thought sheepishly.
”Do you know my mom? I can just barely smell her on you,” truthfully, he wants to ask if she is the sibling that is so much greater than he is. So beautiful, so strong, so independent. But he is afraid of deceit, therefore closing the possibility of her claiming kin in that way.
But he is hopeful.
Erio’s muzzle lifts to the air and his eyes close in complete serenity. Although alone – painstakingly so – he tries to find the silver lining. There is a peacefulness here, at least in the spot he sits, where he closes his senses to the world and falls deep into his own thoughts. Despite the solemnity of his life thus far, he imagines the joy of spring and the air brimming with laughter. There are flowers surrounding him and a friend pressed against his side that is able to look beyond his deformities and shortcomings. A warm sense of adoration washes across him in this beautiful scape, but unfortunately, the boy is reeled back into a dismal and cold world when he hears shouting above the white noise of his idealizations.
It's a girl – a rather pretty one – but the commanding shouts flattens his ears. ”Hmmm?” He barely says, the sound nearly lost by her footsteps as she approaches him, winded. In anticipation of scolding, his head droops down and his eyes fall to the frosty ground for a long moment until he musters the courage to look up at her. ”I didn’t move anymore,” he murmurs once their eyes lock. Slowly, his triangular ears prick forward and his brows lift with increasing curiosity. She looks familiar, but he has little knowledge of the world. There are only a handful he has met, and she doesn’t match their scents at all.
But one… there, hidden underneath the multitude of others, is the faintest trace of their mother. Valdis has mentioned his sibling, raved about her even, but the effort was never made to find her. ”We are prisoners,” mother advised him one day when he asked to explore. Despite her demands, Erio wandered away and found himself perched on the mountain in front of a fairy. So rebellious, he thought sheepishly.
”Do you know my mom? I can just barely smell her on you,” truthfully, he wants to ask if she is the sibling that is so much greater than he is. So beautiful, so strong, so independent. But he is afraid of deceit, therefore closing the possibility of her claiming kin in that way.
But he is hopeful.
erio
@[Dracarys]