stand by me and cry me a river; all kingdom (mandatory)

[Tioga]

You were automatic, as hallow as the 'o' in God.

At times I am not sure why I am still here, my world has been placid for so long. A deadness plagued my surroundings, stealing members and withering others away until they were nothingness. Still, I am here, a lanky spectator, bleached dapples and unhearing ears. What I lack in the detection of sound, I make up for in sight, turning my skills from the sense that I fall short with to ones that I still harbor in their completeness. Everything changes around me but it is still always the same, time stands still for the Gates and I wonder if we are all doomed to fade into the backdrop of life.

While I contemplate the meaning of my life, the purpose I or anyone else has here, I graze, lacking other things to do to pass the time. Each day has become the same and with that bland reality I too fall pray to a stale disposition. It is only when a voice curls itself up unwanted in my brain that anything starts to move forward again. Gears in a clock once rusted, now oiled or replaced. Why was someone talking to me in this manner? Shouldn't they have asked? While I am both dark and light the traces of my Father leak out with my irritation at such an intrusion, regardless of who it may be from. Tannor was back, the usurper King from the Valley.

True I knew him very little, only the pieces of other's conversations that I could make out in the gentle sway of their moving lips. Regardless of what he was, it was who he was that concerned and intrigued me the most. Once when I was little I had fought a deep rooted fight within myself, tumbling over what was right and wrong and wrestling mixed emotions. For the first time in a long time the evil stirs within me, raking a sharpened claw at the edge of my consciousness and cackling unseen somewhere from within my memories. I am not even aware when my long legs carry me forward, crossing the clover riddled fields to seek the speaker. It is not until I do find him that I know I was even looking in the first place, a beast of a feeling coils in my belly, curling up content and I know not why.

Instead of speaking I stand in silence, copper eyes roaming the wildness of his snakey markings, standing as a statue against the emerald seas...

{TIOGA}

khaos x wichita

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