09-02-2016, 02:38 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
He feels lost, confused. All he has ever known has been stripped away from him, his heart ripped from his chest. It all feels like a dream, but he knows that this is the new reality; this is their new Beqanna. With hesitant steps, almost worried that the ground will shift beneath his weight, Tiphon wanders. The wings – the horrid things that aren’t his own – sprout from his shoulder blades almost obnoxiously. They are reminders of this great change, of this purge. Where rivers had been are now meadows and the jagged mountain peaks have merged and shifted as though they had legs of their own.
An eerie tingle runs down the length of his spine.
This is wrong, so very wrong.
He can see the concern painted on her face, her eyes darting across the forest anxiously. The male at her side is silent, staring. Tiphon edges closer, his molten eyes embracing the sight of them. It’s obvious that their bodies have been cleansed just as his own and left to suffer. Tiphon sighs as his attempts to phase prove futile time and time again, and so he is left to walk toward her with his wings clasped to his sides. ”It affected you too,” he murmurs, his voice gravely as he watches her lie down.
An eerie tingle runs down the length of his spine.
This is wrong, so very wrong.
He can see the concern painted on her face, her eyes darting across the forest anxiously. The male at her side is silent, staring. Tiphon edges closer, his molten eyes embracing the sight of them. It’s obvious that their bodies have been cleansed just as his own and left to suffer. Tiphon sighs as his attempts to phase prove futile time and time again, and so he is left to walk toward her with his wings clasped to his sides. ”It affected you too,” he murmurs, his voice gravely as he watches her lie down.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION