06-24-2020, 05:10 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
He has grown so much in his first year of life - both emotionally and physically. Yadigar towers over most children and he has adapted well to being without sight. But he cowers from things that move too quickly and he flinches at the way the wind sounds when it blows too strong through the trees. It seems the fire in his heart has learned burn hotter but it casts so little light, leaving him to his own personal darkness.
Today he has decided to give in to that darkness, but only just a little. He spreads his wings and he takes off toward the north. Father speaks often of how deeply he despises both the northern and the southern kingdoms, but Yadigar is wise enough to know Loess is entirely out of the question. Coming home with the scent of that realm clinging to his scales would be a death sentence. Nerine is detestable, but his defiance in going there is not so great he cannot be forgiven.
He lands with a heavy thud and the gust his wings kick up sends flurries of snow swirling around him. Snow is entirely foreign to him, living next to the eastern sea, and he finds himself intrigued by the world of deep blues and blacks. Gar sniffs curiously at the air. Slowly, he paws at the snow collecting around his talons with a cautious tenderness, as though a sudden movement might disrupt this moment. This place is the opposite of his father’s kingdom. The boy does not realize a smile full of sharp teeth has overtaken his handsome face. A gentle purr begins in the back of his throat as he meanders further north toward the sound of the sea, where the blue-black drops suddenly off the cliffs.
His talons find the very edge where the world seems to end and then he spreads his wings to savor the feeling of salt-laden winds across his body. Yadigar’s spiked tail uncoils from his hind leg and sways slowly from right to left.
Today he has decided to give in to that darkness, but only just a little. He spreads his wings and he takes off toward the north. Father speaks often of how deeply he despises both the northern and the southern kingdoms, but Yadigar is wise enough to know Loess is entirely out of the question. Coming home with the scent of that realm clinging to his scales would be a death sentence. Nerine is detestable, but his defiance in going there is not so great he cannot be forgiven.
He lands with a heavy thud and the gust his wings kick up sends flurries of snow swirling around him. Snow is entirely foreign to him, living next to the eastern sea, and he finds himself intrigued by the world of deep blues and blacks. Gar sniffs curiously at the air. Slowly, he paws at the snow collecting around his talons with a cautious tenderness, as though a sudden movement might disrupt this moment. This place is the opposite of his father’s kingdom. The boy does not realize a smile full of sharp teeth has overtaken his handsome face. A gentle purr begins in the back of his throat as he meanders further north toward the sound of the sea, where the blue-black drops suddenly off the cliffs.
His talons find the very edge where the world seems to end and then he spreads his wings to savor the feeling of salt-laden winds across his body. Yadigar’s spiked tail uncoils from his hind leg and sways slowly from right to left.
@[Heartfire]