09-08-2016, 02:23 PM
For a moment, Kreios wishes that they were children again.
He had been a quiet colt, rarely speaking for fear of stumbling over his broken mouth, and she has been a foreing princess, the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The world had been simpler then, when all he needed to worry about was whether or not he'd outrun Kratos or how to best eat the prickly pear without getting a mouth full of thorns.
The spotted horse can almost feel the hot desert sun on his back, but the memory is whipped away as quickly as the icy winter wind flies across his broad back. They are not children anymore, it seems to say. It is time to be an adult.
"Yes," he replies, "The members of what was the Falls." she says she hopes they gets it, and he feels the gulf between them begin to widen. Does she not know she is welcome? That she will always have a place wherever Kreios chooses to rest his head? Even if they had not shared an accidental night of passion and the resulting wonderfully feline son, Lucrezia is still the only reminder of his childhood that remains. His parents are dead, his siblings are dead, the Desert is drowned beneath an endless ocean.
What does he have from then other than Lucrezia?
"Will you not come with us?" He asks.
He had been a quiet colt, rarely speaking for fear of stumbling over his broken mouth, and she has been a foreing princess, the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The world had been simpler then, when all he needed to worry about was whether or not he'd outrun Kratos or how to best eat the prickly pear without getting a mouth full of thorns.
The spotted horse can almost feel the hot desert sun on his back, but the memory is whipped away as quickly as the icy winter wind flies across his broad back. They are not children anymore, it seems to say. It is time to be an adult.
"Yes," he replies, "The members of what was the Falls." she says she hopes they gets it, and he feels the gulf between them begin to widen. Does she not know she is welcome? That she will always have a place wherever Kreios chooses to rest his head? Even if they had not shared an accidental night of passion and the resulting wonderfully feline son, Lucrezia is still the only reminder of his childhood that remains. His parents are dead, his siblings are dead, the Desert is drowned beneath an endless ocean.
What does he have from then other than Lucrezia?
"Will you not come with us?" He asks.