Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
It has been a long time.
The change in Beqanna had been something he was ready for. Yet it had kept him in the shadows. He had torn himself from reality. Staring silently into the forest and up into the mountain had become a daily occurence besides keeping himself from prying eyes. He had lost the devil and the voices of those who raised him with the change and hadn't made the effort to seek them out. At least not yet... He wasn't ready for their return. He wasn't ready for the anger the silent beast helped him carry. All in all it was more peaceful to live his life this way. With a basic never ending life and a burden to no longer carry on thickly muscled yet heavily scarred shoulders.
The scent of lavender that once surrounded his presence was nearly gone and the bright shine of his silver coat had faded due to lack of nutrition and overall lack of care. Unlike the rest he hadn't just moved on. He had hid away, healing his wounds and contemplating how he must live his life for the rest of time. Who would he become? Would he be a peaceful resider amongst them, or continue on his path of hatred? For now it seemed like the first option was the best. It was on the day he made his choice that he stepped into the mist as it began to fade and walked with slow steps deeper into the unknown. The forms of other equines could be seen making their ways in other directions and yet he ignored them.
He wasn't on this path to make friends and to follow with uncertainty. For now he was simply in search of what felt right. Long silver legs churned through the tall grass, the soft sounds of hoofbeats in the dirt echoing his movements until finally he saw them in the distance surrounded by a land of beauty. It's wide open spaces with yellow and green tall grasses and gently trickling creeks and streams was easily a great sight to behold. With dark black eyes wide with curiosity he tilts his head slightly in wonder as he watches the pair. Maybe they too are in search of the same thing he is... A home, without condemnation, where peace is strong and the natural politics of power come to a halt. Wouldn't that be something? A home where he didn't have to worry about silly things like that? For as odd as it may sound, it's exactly what he wants. Peace and quiet.
A place where the misfit could maybe fit in.
He stands there silently, still watching, before finally taking a step forward and then another until he is walking towards the pair. He comes to a stop a few feet beside Nyxia before rolling his shoulders gently and placing his gaze upon Sunday. "My name is Tannor," his voice is deep and rough yet quiet as he does his best to address them both. "If you don't mind, I'd like to join you both here, if you'll allow it."
He wants nothing more than a quiet life and he has a feeling this is where he might find it. Yet were they to deny him, he would leave without a fight. He didn't want to step in on their discovery. Turning to look at Nyxia he nods before turning back to Sunday and waiting for their responses in silence.
The change in Beqanna had been something he was ready for. Yet it had kept him in the shadows. He had torn himself from reality. Staring silently into the forest and up into the mountain had become a daily occurence besides keeping himself from prying eyes. He had lost the devil and the voices of those who raised him with the change and hadn't made the effort to seek them out. At least not yet... He wasn't ready for their return. He wasn't ready for the anger the silent beast helped him carry. All in all it was more peaceful to live his life this way. With a basic never ending life and a burden to no longer carry on thickly muscled yet heavily scarred shoulders.
The scent of lavender that once surrounded his presence was nearly gone and the bright shine of his silver coat had faded due to lack of nutrition and overall lack of care. Unlike the rest he hadn't just moved on. He had hid away, healing his wounds and contemplating how he must live his life for the rest of time. Who would he become? Would he be a peaceful resider amongst them, or continue on his path of hatred? For now it seemed like the first option was the best. It was on the day he made his choice that he stepped into the mist as it began to fade and walked with slow steps deeper into the unknown. The forms of other equines could be seen making their ways in other directions and yet he ignored them.
He wasn't on this path to make friends and to follow with uncertainty. For now he was simply in search of what felt right. Long silver legs churned through the tall grass, the soft sounds of hoofbeats in the dirt echoing his movements until finally he saw them in the distance surrounded by a land of beauty. It's wide open spaces with yellow and green tall grasses and gently trickling creeks and streams was easily a great sight to behold. With dark black eyes wide with curiosity he tilts his head slightly in wonder as he watches the pair. Maybe they too are in search of the same thing he is... A home, without condemnation, where peace is strong and the natural politics of power come to a halt. Wouldn't that be something? A home where he didn't have to worry about silly things like that? For as odd as it may sound, it's exactly what he wants. Peace and quiet.
A place where the misfit could maybe fit in.
He stands there silently, still watching, before finally taking a step forward and then another until he is walking towards the pair. He comes to a stop a few feet beside Nyxia before rolling his shoulders gently and placing his gaze upon Sunday. "My name is Tannor," his voice is deep and rough yet quiet as he does his best to address them both. "If you don't mind, I'd like to join you both here, if you'll allow it."
He wants nothing more than a quiet life and he has a feeling this is where he might find it. Yet were they to deny him, he would leave without a fight. He didn't want to step in on their discovery. Turning to look at Nyxia he nods before turning back to Sunday and waiting for their responses in silence.
TANNOR
demon morphing son of a bitch
drunk post... wooo.