02-21-2017, 08:24 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond|Josefin+Sans' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.dovlayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#010103;} .dovgradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background:#2b282e;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: -o-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: -moz-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: linear-gradient(#141319, #2b282e, #141319); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .dovpic {width:600px; height:600px; background-image:url('https://s17.postimg.org/c9jh4j7cv/dov.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-30px;box-shadow: inset -5px 15px 25px #000;} .dovpost {padding:40px 40px 20px 40px;text-align:justify;font-family: 'EB Garamond', serif; color: #5b585c; line-height: 18.5px;} .dovpost span{font-family: 'Josefin Sans', sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#818d9b;}</style><center><div class=dovgradient><div class=dovlayout><div class=dovpic></div><div class=dovpost>He was born of the mountain. Didn't have a mother, didn't have a father, couldn't remember a birth. He began here, curled and silent as he watched the faces stumble around him full of terror and anguish for reasons he couldn't comprehend. His life started there in that devastation as people tried to find their loved ones and often failed, so it made sense that it was devastation that followed in his wake. Perhaps it was his creation that produced it all to begin with, tore their world asunder with merciless ferocity.
Perhaps he was the catalyst to all bad things.
He'd never been back since wandering off that first day where the magical boundary had stroked him lovingly as a mother would, since finding Cerva as a young boy and adopting her for himself. She had become the center of his world, and the mountain was an ever-watchful presence in the background, guarding its child as he learned the ways of life; as he grew and aged into a man, as he took that perfect creature between his thighs and bred a new devastation. A new catalyst that did not answer to the mountain as he did. That did not answer to him either. He was nothing to her.
So he wasn't quite sure why he came now. Maybe he hoped to receive guidance somehow, a way to gain back his perfect child born of a perfect being. Maybe just to forget for a time, shirk his endless search for a man of metal.
Or maybe it was fate.
His heart stopped when he saw her, here in the place he was created, lying there on his mother's snow-capped breast. Just like that first day, where it all began, he walked to her as though in a trance, as though he had no other purpose for breathing but to be right there with her. Maybe he didn't. Nothing else existed then. Only her as he carefully wrapped around her, trying not to bleed on her. But it was even more useless than the first time he'd tried; he bled more freely here, the mountain's power desperately trying to speed along his delayed changes, his armor's growth.
His mouth gingerly buried in her hair, breathing in the fragrance that soothed and mellowed him and yet could also ignite him in an instant, soiling her and hating himself for it. Hating himself for a great many things. He sighed inaudibly, finally feeling as though he could truly sleep, could truly be content. Perhaps she had been called here for him to find, the greatest gift from his creator. The greatest gift to all the world.
He meant to soak this moment in, memorize every minute detail just as he had before. But soon his head grew heavier, his eyelids too, and he fell asleep with his neck draped over hers.
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Perhaps he was the catalyst to all bad things.
He'd never been back since wandering off that first day where the magical boundary had stroked him lovingly as a mother would, since finding Cerva as a young boy and adopting her for himself. She had become the center of his world, and the mountain was an ever-watchful presence in the background, guarding its child as he learned the ways of life; as he grew and aged into a man, as he took that perfect creature between his thighs and bred a new devastation. A new catalyst that did not answer to the mountain as he did. That did not answer to him either. He was nothing to her.
So he wasn't quite sure why he came now. Maybe he hoped to receive guidance somehow, a way to gain back his perfect child born of a perfect being. Maybe just to forget for a time, shirk his endless search for a man of metal.
Or maybe it was fate.
His heart stopped when he saw her, here in the place he was created, lying there on his mother's snow-capped breast. Just like that first day, where it all began, he walked to her as though in a trance, as though he had no other purpose for breathing but to be right there with her. Maybe he didn't. Nothing else existed then. Only her as he carefully wrapped around her, trying not to bleed on her. But it was even more useless than the first time he'd tried; he bled more freely here, the mountain's power desperately trying to speed along his delayed changes, his armor's growth.
His mouth gingerly buried in her hair, breathing in the fragrance that soothed and mellowed him and yet could also ignite him in an instant, soiling her and hating himself for it. Hating himself for a great many things. He sighed inaudibly, finally feeling as though he could truly sleep, could truly be content. Perhaps she had been called here for him to find, the greatest gift from his creator. The greatest gift to all the world.
He meant to soak this moment in, memorize every minute detail just as he had before. But soon his head grew heavier, his eyelids too, and he fell asleep with his neck draped over hers.
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