06-04-2015, 01:30 PM
 Salty curls of wind berated his senses, a barrage of salt, seaweed and the new scent of spring; there was a whiff of new life, strong, upon the breeze. It came to him like a knock to the side of a head, a bullet right in the temple. He'd never seen his children from past mistakes. He'd never known if they even survived. It was a thought that often crossed his mind, where his seed had been sown and planted, grown and flourished. Part of his want to return to Beqanna was the mixture of strong souls. Strong mares to bear equally strong bloodlines. He was uncertain whether he would be a fatherly father, or a sire to just gawp at sometimes, but he was sure going to openly try. He had a herd, he had companions. BrokenStar was making it clear as crystal that she wanted children. He'd give her sons, he'd give her daughters, anything she wanted. When it came to the dappled mare beside him, he was unsure. He did not want to push -- he'd learnt pushing them only made them break and crumple in his hands. He'd learnt that from Her, learnt that the more you chased, the more they ran, the more you cared, the more your heart was torn from inside of you. Nier gave a fierce grunt, his eyes had clouded over with memory, a brief flicker of pain rushed through him and he stamped his hoof hard upon the ground. He was stronger than this, he had buried those memories deep within, a locked chest never to be seen in the maze of his mind. Yet being around the dappled mare, she was so like his First, so like Her, it was uncanny. If he believed in reincarnation he was sure she was her in disguise. "Spring holds many memories for me." he admitted. plain, void of any real emotion. He remembered being born in Spring, in the Meadow. it was raining hard, the raindrops felt like shards of ice on his newborn pelt. Spring was also the season he had lost Her. He had killed many that Spring, spilt blood and broke souls. He would do it all again if he had to. But he was raging, he felt it within him, he also felt that the bones were becoming rigid, his blood colder. He needed more than what he had, that was one of the few reasons he fell across Gemstone Ridge. One of the few reasons he decided on starting up a Herd. For a legacy, for a bloodline, for a daring word such as 'family'. Family should never fall apart. If only his mother had known that. "Gemstone Ridge seems brighter now." he made a motion with his head, looking out from the cove, but he instead stepped closer to her, his muzzle cool against her skin as he held himself close to her, feeling her skin pulse beneath him. "I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing. What do you think of change, Star? Is Change right, or is Change wrong?" Because Nier was not sure what he was doing anymore; being this close, feeling her pulse beneath his lips, taunting him with a life-force so vivid, it made the demon in him quake in a fear, a fear that he was losing a battle of wills with Nier now. But the demon within, he was quite adept at making him suffer, all he had to do was start the loop of memories and he would crumple again, into a heap of darkness and despair. |