[open] dust and bones

[litotes]

boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

Once of sunlight and spirit, Litotes is now a ragged thing. He reeks of downtrodden and rotten dreams, black shadows twisting angrily around his belly. He smiles to himself, though. Even through what emptiness he has found so prevalent in his heart, he smiles.

They are the teeth of a predator, those cruel things glittering in his mouth. And when he smiles it is void of emotion, like the way an artist can never truly catch the life of an eye. He tries to perfect this facade, one of quiet solitude and strength; but the truth is that the stronghold he held in his chest for so long has crumbled, and what demons he kept at bay have eaten him from the inside out.

It will not be long before he resembles an undead thing, a creature of the underworld.

Litotes finds that his crown is hollow yet heavy, void of meaning and wealth. In Pangea he rules, the kingdom he once felt such pride and stoic admiration for now lackluster and barren.

He misses his people, his Kensa, his children.

Alone, so utterly alone—how else can he define himself?

Amongst the red clay ruins of his world, he wonders, dust tinting the pale cremello of his hide red.

and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?

Litotes

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