this way, or no way - i'll be free. || zeik & any

[Elysium]

look up here now; i'm in heaven. i've got scars that can't be seen.

   The weather is brutal and unforgiving; its frigid grasp rattling him down to his very bones. Though capable of flight, the bristling wind and threatening storm that brews overhead threaten his delicate, dust-encased wings, and so he remains grounded. His limbs (six in total; four forelegs and two hindlegs) move in tireless, graceful motion, as the unusual bone structure beneath his golden flesh rotates uneasily beneath a thin layer of skin. His dark compound eyes piece together the perplexing puzzle of what lay ahead, glimmering beneath the pale sunshine that manages to peek through the mass of clouds above as he takes in the gentle, sloping hills and the snow-capped willow that lay in the dead center of the land he had once called his own. 

   His talons grip into the soft, powdery snow that lay beneath his weight, chin tilted to the sky - he does not need to seek the border; he knows too well where it ends and where it begins, and he remains at the very edge of it. A grimace crosses his usually stoic features as his antennae reach towards the bleak sunlight, though his cheek is turned to shy his sensitive eyesight away from it. He had loathed the uncomfortable warmth and unending sunlight Heaven's gates often held, even in the dead of winter - though he had embraced it wholly during the time served, it was the shadow-cloaked Valley that would always hold his heart dear.

   With a gentle bellow, he announces his presence - seeking the one that he had heard rumors of. His daughter had fled these usually gentle, undisturbed lands, and for his headstrong child to leave such pristine beauty behind left a shadow of doubt within his mind. His mind lingers for a long moment upon those who had previously ruled, albeit pathetically - Tannor had been a shame to his father, and to the entirety of the kingdom - he had failed all of those who had followed, all of those who had sworn to protect him. There was little forgiveness within the dark shadows of his heart for someone so careless - certainly, the newly crowned King of the Gates could be no worse.

elysium

this way or no way, i'll be free.

Scratch Underwood; insert Elysium. Representative of the Valley.
He is a moth-horse hybrid. See his avatar and profile for visuals. :)