09-08-2018, 08:23 PM
The remorse and looming darkness have receded since losing himself to the beast within. The shift had been seamless and fueled by raw emotion that has engulfed him for weeks. Everything that he tried to keep pent up was unleashed in that flurrying moment of fire and dragon scale. Heartbreak battled with anger and frustration in one frightening display of immense power and strength when he rose high into the sky. Beqanna fell farther away underneath until he lost himself in the clouds where water clung desperately to his sides. This was his release, but he didn’t realize how desperately he needed it. When he returns, his mind is lighter. The pain is slipping farther back, ebbing finally after having been eating him alive.
For a fleeting moment, he is free.
The first breath he takes in the meadow, once again as a horse, is crisp. Winter coats the trees in a thin layer of frost that glistens in the dappled sunlight. His own coat is damp – residue from his earlier flight – but an inner, unnatural heat keeps the chill at bay. His body seemingly steams as he stands secluded in the meadow with his eyes cast across in thoughtlessness. A haze suppresses his recent memories, forging a space for everything anew. He sees more clearly now that the curtain has lifted. There is beauty in the world, but he acknowledges the sinful shadows with nothing more than an unfazed shrug. He is remembering who – what – he is.
A sweep of his eyes confirms his suspicions that he is alone – no one familiar – and somehow, he finds solace in this. A single plume of black smoke sighs from his nostrils as he settles into silence, savoring his mind’s brief liberation.
For a fleeting moment, he is free.
The first breath he takes in the meadow, once again as a horse, is crisp. Winter coats the trees in a thin layer of frost that glistens in the dappled sunlight. His own coat is damp – residue from his earlier flight – but an inner, unnatural heat keeps the chill at bay. His body seemingly steams as he stands secluded in the meadow with his eyes cast across in thoughtlessness. A haze suppresses his recent memories, forging a space for everything anew. He sees more clearly now that the curtain has lifted. There is beauty in the world, but he acknowledges the sinful shadows with nothing more than an unfazed shrug. He is remembering who – what – he is.
A sweep of his eyes confirms his suspicions that he is alone – no one familiar – and somehow, he finds solace in this. A single plume of black smoke sighs from his nostrils as he settles into silence, savoring his mind’s brief liberation.
@[Sochi]