09-16-2020, 09:35 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
He’d been so angry for so long. It feels strange to be consumed entirely by sadness, for once. The weight of his self-pitying heart keeps him anchored here on the ground rather than the skies. Yadigar always preferred how small things looked, when viewed from above, but nothing soothes the wild ache in his core now. It is ravenous and it has become a glutton for his every joy, feasting on the light and licking its sticky fingers clean.
When he hears the children up ahead, he has half a mind to turn and walk the other way. Their games and their laughter only poison him further. But they are all shaped so strangely, all tinged with a ferality that beckons him to explore further. Yadigar stalks closer until he can see each of their outlines better. Scaled, barbed, and skeletal. His heart sinks to see them all - so small, so alone. Winter’s snow has only just begun to melt and some of them seem desperate with hunger.
He finds himself staring at Isotope a little longer, at the horns curling from her face. Ghaul, it seemed, had left more orphans behind than he had thought. Yadigar moves closer until he stands near the center of their little gathering, towering over them.
“Family,” he echoes, and thinks of how their father always used the word when addressing his people. “I am Yadigar… your brother.”
Sepulcher offers an apprehensive hiss as he siddles closer to his triplet, uncertain about the tall figure before them. The elder brother offers a soft crooning, the same sound that Ghaul had made when his firstborns emerged from their eggs. Would he have been proud of his youngest brood? Would he have left them for dead like Frenzy? His brow furrows at the thought before dismissing it. He won’t leave them.
His milk-white eye begins to glow and swirl to life as he admires each of his younger siblings. It presents its first bright future in quite some time - Pangea, blooming with the wealth of spring, and all the children hunting in a pack. It paints each of them growing fearsome and proud, just as their blood commands.
“What are your names?” he asks, lowering his head to be eye level with most of them.
When he hears the children up ahead, he has half a mind to turn and walk the other way. Their games and their laughter only poison him further. But they are all shaped so strangely, all tinged with a ferality that beckons him to explore further. Yadigar stalks closer until he can see each of their outlines better. Scaled, barbed, and skeletal. His heart sinks to see them all - so small, so alone. Winter’s snow has only just begun to melt and some of them seem desperate with hunger.
He finds himself staring at Isotope a little longer, at the horns curling from her face. Ghaul, it seemed, had left more orphans behind than he had thought. Yadigar moves closer until he stands near the center of their little gathering, towering over them.
“Family,” he echoes, and thinks of how their father always used the word when addressing his people. “I am Yadigar… your brother.”
Sepulcher offers an apprehensive hiss as he siddles closer to his triplet, uncertain about the tall figure before them. The elder brother offers a soft crooning, the same sound that Ghaul had made when his firstborns emerged from their eggs. Would he have been proud of his youngest brood? Would he have left them for dead like Frenzy? His brow furrows at the thought before dismissing it. He won’t leave them.
His milk-white eye begins to glow and swirl to life as he admires each of his younger siblings. It presents its first bright future in quite some time - Pangea, blooming with the wealth of spring, and all the children hunting in a pack. It paints each of them growing fearsome and proud, just as their blood commands.
“What are your names?” he asks, lowering his head to be eye level with most of them.
he is sad but he loves all the babies