you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
It had been a long few days full of excitement and nerves. I had never expected for things to actually turn out the way I had intended. I had expected more of a fight from certain players of the field, but then again, sometimes change is what everyone is searching for. Especially when a kingdom lays dormant. Sometimes a small plan with so many possibilities and a change of rulership was exactly what a place needed. And it helped when the previous ruler accepted your plans and welcomed you silently from the back of the small crowd that surrounded you. It was when I had gained Eight's acceptance and felt the valley's hands wrap around me in approval that I knew the first step had been completed.
I, surprisingly, had taken place of the magician king. At first I had felt proud, and excited even. But then came the shock and the need to walk off the adrenaline that sped through my veins and caused my legs to become slightly shaky whenever I would come to a stop. And so I walked. Walked away from the group and into the trees, my glowing jaguar spots causing a soft glow around me as I stepped deeper into the forest. The voices began to fade as I moved even further away, the silence of the kingdom wrapping itself in a tender embrace around my graying and winged body. Tall and lean, I weave through the closely pressed together trees, headed nowhere inparticular until I see the see the tree line up ahead.
I can remember the first day I had stood on the other side of that tree line, looking up at the towering mixed pines and oaks as I contemplated stepping inside. The valley had called me to her, and for a few years I had spent wandering around in silence, watching and observing until I had crept out of the shadows due to the unnatural quiet. That quiet was exactly why I had done what I done. Even if others didn't agree, the moves he had made were done entirely for the valley herself. Not for myself.
"Hello.. Welcome to The Valley," my voice is gruff as I step out of the trees and into the open, my wings ruffling slightly at my side as I look over at the golden painted boy. "I'm Demian, how can I help you?" The fact this one, painted with the amazons scent, hadn't made his way to the kingdom meeting and had seemingly waited here mildly impressed him. It wasn't every day that you could find someone able to avoid the temptation of prying their noses where they shouldn't or weren't even close to being ready to do so. So many were driven by curious ears and possibility of witnessing much overdue dramatics in order to spice up their boring little lives. The fact the boy was different, well there was something to be said about that... All good things of course. For now.
I, surprisingly, had taken place of the magician king. At first I had felt proud, and excited even. But then came the shock and the need to walk off the adrenaline that sped through my veins and caused my legs to become slightly shaky whenever I would come to a stop. And so I walked. Walked away from the group and into the trees, my glowing jaguar spots causing a soft glow around me as I stepped deeper into the forest. The voices began to fade as I moved even further away, the silence of the kingdom wrapping itself in a tender embrace around my graying and winged body. Tall and lean, I weave through the closely pressed together trees, headed nowhere inparticular until I see the see the tree line up ahead.
I can remember the first day I had stood on the other side of that tree line, looking up at the towering mixed pines and oaks as I contemplated stepping inside. The valley had called me to her, and for a few years I had spent wandering around in silence, watching and observing until I had crept out of the shadows due to the unnatural quiet. That quiet was exactly why I had done what I done. Even if others didn't agree, the moves he had made were done entirely for the valley herself. Not for myself.
"Hello.. Welcome to The Valley," my voice is gruff as I step out of the trees and into the open, my wings ruffling slightly at my side as I look over at the golden painted boy. "I'm Demian, how can I help you?" The fact this one, painted with the amazons scent, hadn't made his way to the kingdom meeting and had seemingly waited here mildly impressed him. It wasn't every day that you could find someone able to avoid the temptation of prying their noses where they shouldn't or weren't even close to being ready to do so. So many were driven by curious ears and possibility of witnessing much overdue dramatics in order to spice up their boring little lives. The fact the boy was different, well there was something to be said about that... All good things of course. For now.
demian
carnage x adalind
Ooc: I'm basically pretending the meeting is done and over
