05-30-2015, 03:31 PM
 He was tired. Dead tired. He'd never been so tired in his life. He used the very limbs that had been created to walk, to move, to fight. He used them for what was intended and not once laid back and let his wings do the work. He agreed with himself when he fought the decision, it was for the best, it was for the future. You know, paving the way with good intentions and all that whimsical jazz. Well, he was hardly amused now. His aching tendons were practically shaking, the sinews within taut and uncomfortably. He gave in and flew down to the beaches underneath the cliff. The wind down here was stormy, bitter and cold, it cut through his pale body and made him feel like a ghost, cold, dead. The demon lowered himself into the icy depths, the waters crept up his tendons, reaching just below his knees. He felt the sting of the ice bite into him, braced himself and let the cold knot down to the very bone. A little hurt did everyone great, didn't it? After all, his dam had been hurt many times. He puffed a cloud of cold breath, watched it float in a hazy mist around him. The salty air made his nostrils twitch and lips pique in distaste, but he remained in the sea's depths, letting the salty waters do their work. The Gemstone Ridge was more than he'd imagined. Having a herd was more than he imagined, but within he felt a tugging disdain, a deep hatred for everything, for life, for his mother, for his father, for the distant family he knew riddled Beqanna. Then the sloth rose it's ugly head and he felt nothing. An emptiness ripped him open, took his soul and withdrew his heart. He let it, and felt unreasonably whole. The hellion deserved to feel empty. He deserved nothing, he wanted nothing. This all was some amazing charade he was surprised was still going, but it was, and that thought made him think. Thinking was never a good thing, when your mind just was an empty well, and all you were doing was throwing stones and hearing the thud at the bottom. But it took a long time to eventually hear that thud. Nier snorted, moving himself through the waters, lowering his muzzle and pushing the frothy waves. He became invisible for quite some time, and stayed that way. He felt the actor within him needing a break, so he did just that. He disappeared. |