07-17-2017, 03:17 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
Sulfur.
It's not overwhelming, and sometimes he has to search for it, but it's there and it smells like home. Dahmer pauses at the invisible border of Tephra and the Field, where the air becomes humid and warm. It's early spring but the home of the volcano feels like summer, prompting a gentle sigh from Dahmer's lips. Winter in the River hadn't been particularly enjoyable for the stallion who despises even the possibility of shivering, and aside from that, he has a few others reason to be happy.
First, he is home.
Second, the child. Dahmer is unsure which should be his primary reason, or if he should even choose, but both bring him more joy than he'd felt since stepping into Tephra the first time. He had planted roots in this place, he had given it his soul, and had missed it dearly.
Despite the current happenings with Ellyse, the black beast is well aware that he may not even be welcome here anymore, and he doesn't know Offspring enough to even hazard a guess. So with a groan of hesitancy, Dahmer raises his dark head and icy eyes, delivering a call for the King of Tephra. His newfound wings, still unused, nestle against his ebony frame, and he rustles them occasionally. The weight is still foreign and unfamiliar on his shoulders, but he's grown used to the way the feathers tickle against his side. Ellyse, his thoughts remind him, can show you how to use them.
Dependent, he supposes, on this meeting.
It's not overwhelming, and sometimes he has to search for it, but it's there and it smells like home. Dahmer pauses at the invisible border of Tephra and the Field, where the air becomes humid and warm. It's early spring but the home of the volcano feels like summer, prompting a gentle sigh from Dahmer's lips. Winter in the River hadn't been particularly enjoyable for the stallion who despises even the possibility of shivering, and aside from that, he has a few others reason to be happy.
First, he is home.
Second, the child. Dahmer is unsure which should be his primary reason, or if he should even choose, but both bring him more joy than he'd felt since stepping into Tephra the first time. He had planted roots in this place, he had given it his soul, and had missed it dearly.
Despite the current happenings with Ellyse, the black beast is well aware that he may not even be welcome here anymore, and he doesn't know Offspring enough to even hazard a guess. So with a groan of hesitancy, Dahmer raises his dark head and icy eyes, delivering a call for the King of Tephra. His newfound wings, still unused, nestle against his ebony frame, and he rustles them occasionally. The weight is still foreign and unfamiliar on his shoulders, but he's grown used to the way the feathers tickle against his side. Ellyse, his thoughts remind him, can show you how to use them.
Dependent, he supposes, on this meeting.
Dahmer
@[Offspring]