06-10-2017, 08:09 PM
… curiosity killed the cat &
satisfaction brought him back
satisfaction brought him back
Dahmer is still angry. He has allowed it to consume him.
Just five days have passed since he had removed himself from Tephra and its new reign. Just five days since he had removed himself from the second home he had never known. Damn your loyalty, he scolds himself silently. But he still doesn't, and will not, change his decision. He had pledged himself, once, to Magnus and Lucrezia and his word is all he is good for. But damn him, damn him, for now he is homeless once more.
The black beast has made the Field his temporary home. Those who come to Beqanna, new and bright-eyed, are not weighed down by the politics of the place just yet. He admires their ignorance, and then they are swept away and transformed and no longer do they seem so... intriguing. He has to remind himself that he is one of these not-so-shiny locals.
His heart aches for the Subway. It aches for Tephra.
And then, he remembers he is angry.
Dahmer slips through the Field, the long grasses tickling at the parts of his frame untouched by the summer sun. His ocean eyes linger on a mare who has tucked herself beneath the boughs of a shady tree, with a coat that shines almost too brightly for the shade.
He amends his path, moving swiftly closer to the mare. Dahmer finds his signature lopsided grin and smacks it onto his muzzle despite the red, roiling rage that he maybe, just maybe, has no desire to quell.
"Hello beautiful," he purrs in a voice that has been dormant since the exodus of Azza.
Just five days have passed since he had removed himself from Tephra and its new reign. Just five days since he had removed himself from the second home he had never known. Damn your loyalty, he scolds himself silently. But he still doesn't, and will not, change his decision. He had pledged himself, once, to Magnus and Lucrezia and his word is all he is good for. But damn him, damn him, for now he is homeless once more.
The black beast has made the Field his temporary home. Those who come to Beqanna, new and bright-eyed, are not weighed down by the politics of the place just yet. He admires their ignorance, and then they are swept away and transformed and no longer do they seem so... intriguing. He has to remind himself that he is one of these not-so-shiny locals.
His heart aches for the Subway. It aches for Tephra.
And then, he remembers he is angry.
Dahmer slips through the Field, the long grasses tickling at the parts of his frame untouched by the summer sun. His ocean eyes linger on a mare who has tucked herself beneath the boughs of a shady tree, with a coat that shines almost too brightly for the shade.
He amends his path, moving swiftly closer to the mare. Dahmer finds his signature lopsided grin and smacks it onto his muzzle despite the red, roiling rage that he maybe, just maybe, has no desire to quell.
"Hello beautiful," he purrs in a voice that has been dormant since the exodus of Azza.
break some bread for all my sins