10-19-2026, 08:02 PM
EREMIEL
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
Remi sought the river, following a self-made path to his purpose much the same as a ship sails a sea. He pressed each wake in sturdy strides, picking up remnants of surf along the feathering of his legs. Wasn’t the desert like an ocean? It changed its tides in great shifts of sand. Some were altered in torrential gusts of wind, enough to make him turn his head to protect his eyes. Enough to summon smoke in an effort to push it away, towards the ground, towards his coat, stray grains left trapped in his mane. Other sandbars were transformed with lazy spirals of air, sending sand up in spinning coils. Twin serpents weaving along the dunes.
Eremiel wanted his way to be his own, and though Kirin would call for him, as he calls to them all, he would find respite in this defiance for however long he was allowed it.
He knew it was not forever. Nothing ever is.
Too much of his life was spent in the Cove, in fleeting passes through a forest with his mother. And maybe still, there was a semblance of the Chamber left behind, where pieces of his father would surely be found.
The scriptures would remain as they always had, and should he seek to return to them he knew where to look. For now, there was only the night and the moon, he let its light bring out his dappled pattern in reflective customs. Wisps of smoke encapsulated his back in sweeping movements before their silvered reflection was hidden as if by clouds. The scent of water found him whole, flicking an ear as movement crept into his vision. Solidifying in front of him as though the other was night itself.
The dark did not garner his terror, not when he’d found that the dark was only a place for those that made it their home. Whether that was by choice or by blood made no matter to Remi.
As he was alone no longer, he pricked his ears forward, as interested as he was steady to take in the creature before him. There was a long silence between them, lightless pools met with honeyed amber staring for heartbeats before the dapple finally asked.
”What is it?” This one reminded him of his uncle, one of few words but the intention behind his lack of speech remained all the same. There was always something more behind the black stare, and if he were to know it, then he’d earn it just the same.
Eremiel wanted his way to be his own, and though Kirin would call for him, as he calls to them all, he would find respite in this defiance for however long he was allowed it.
He knew it was not forever. Nothing ever is.
Too much of his life was spent in the Cove, in fleeting passes through a forest with his mother. And maybe still, there was a semblance of the Chamber left behind, where pieces of his father would surely be found.
The scriptures would remain as they always had, and should he seek to return to them he knew where to look. For now, there was only the night and the moon, he let its light bring out his dappled pattern in reflective customs. Wisps of smoke encapsulated his back in sweeping movements before their silvered reflection was hidden as if by clouds. The scent of water found him whole, flicking an ear as movement crept into his vision. Solidifying in front of him as though the other was night itself.
The dark did not garner his terror, not when he’d found that the dark was only a place for those that made it their home. Whether that was by choice or by blood made no matter to Remi.
As he was alone no longer, he pricked his ears forward, as interested as he was steady to take in the creature before him. There was a long silence between them, lightless pools met with honeyed amber staring for heartbeats before the dapple finally asked.
”What is it?” This one reminded him of his uncle, one of few words but the intention behind his lack of speech remained all the same. There was always something more behind the black stare, and if he were to know it, then he’d earn it just the same.
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