09-02-2016, 04:46 PM
i'm going to burn this world down in her name with flame and terror
It was all different now. The way the world had cracked and slithered to form it's changes had been more than enough for most to handle. Though it wasn't just the world that Beqanna as a whole had decided to strip clean of it's impurities. It was also the traits of those who had been blessed to have them. And yet was it really that? Could we really call the gifts the gods had given us blessings? For for centuries they had chosen to manipulate those gifts in order to get what was wanted most. Power, acceptance, and always, always more...
The Goddess had been right. They had all become too selfish, too greedy. Each of them had taken advantage of the things they had been given without worry or even a thought to how their actions might result in consequences. It was when he had awoken on the mountainside that he had known the warnings had finally come to fruition and for a moment a sense of panic had enveloped over and within him before subduing and submitting to the realization of change. This is what he had wanted.
Unlike most he had strove for this change, for the world to be placed on a balanced playing field. One that was much more fair. Yet it seemed as though the only goals the rest had around him was to find and make their groups to go out and gather what they could. For the selfishness and the greed... The two were still there, clinging to the hearts, minds and souls of the many. It was only safe to say that if you wanted to survive, you too must follow the game. Whether you desired to or not.
And so he set out, barely flinching when the pain of his wings being stripped away tore threw him as he left the edge of the mountain. For he had already known this pain when the fire had so clumsily seeped away from his spirit so long ago. He walked for what seemed like ages, his heart skipping slightly in his chest at the new sights and smells until finally he stepped into the field and found himself bumping gently against another's shoulder. "Excuse me," his voice is scratchy as it escapes his throat and for a moment he turns to look at the mare even though he cannot see her. For where his eyes should be are two round empty sockets. "I didn't meant to run into you." Slowly he takes a step back before shifting his weight gently, giving her a good amount of space. "I'm Demian. What's your name?"
The Goddess had been right. They had all become too selfish, too greedy. Each of them had taken advantage of the things they had been given without worry or even a thought to how their actions might result in consequences. It was when he had awoken on the mountainside that he had known the warnings had finally come to fruition and for a moment a sense of panic had enveloped over and within him before subduing and submitting to the realization of change. This is what he had wanted.
Unlike most he had strove for this change, for the world to be placed on a balanced playing field. One that was much more fair. Yet it seemed as though the only goals the rest had around him was to find and make their groups to go out and gather what they could. For the selfishness and the greed... The two were still there, clinging to the hearts, minds and souls of the many. It was only safe to say that if you wanted to survive, you too must follow the game. Whether you desired to or not.
And so he set out, barely flinching when the pain of his wings being stripped away tore threw him as he left the edge of the mountain. For he had already known this pain when the fire had so clumsily seeped away from his spirit so long ago. He walked for what seemed like ages, his heart skipping slightly in his chest at the new sights and smells until finally he stepped into the field and found himself bumping gently against another's shoulder. "Excuse me," his voice is scratchy as it escapes his throat and for a moment he turns to look at the mare even though he cannot see her. For where his eyes should be are two round empty sockets. "I didn't meant to run into you." Slowly he takes a step back before shifting his weight gently, giving her a good amount of space. "I'm Demian. What's your name?"
demian; the once jaguar king