I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He’s not entirely sure why he’s still here. At the time, he’d followed the other pegasus here because he’d had little else better to do. The monster had not returned to fulfill his darkly grotesque wishes, so, finding himself at loose ends (really though, what’s fucking new about that?), he’d decided to humor Tarian’s wish to find a way to heal him in repayment. He’d never planned to stay long. Though, in truth, he hadn’t had much of a plan at all.
In the end however, this place had seemed just as good as any other he’s haunted over the last few years. He could be just as damned useless here as anywhere else.
And so, though he had healed and the sun had, at long last, returned, he found himself staying. He could hardly call it home, but it had proven at least slightly better than the endless rounds of irritably aimless encounters. Here at least, the irritably aimless encounters would be limited. And at the end of the day, it is no less boring than the endless trees of the forest or restless shores of the river.
In any case, his laundry list of memories and regrets could afflict him just as well here as anywhere. Were he a more insightful creature, he might have thought how odd it was to miss having no memories. But he’s not, so he misses it and finds himself all the more irritable for it.
With no more monsters to fight, it does make a man wonder how one might take out their aggressions otherwise. He is at least insightful enough to realize that it would be unwise to do so on whatever luckless inhabitant of Loess happened to cross him. But if he scowls at the landscape long enough, perhaps he might eventually figure out the answer.
I'm sorry to anyone who might decide to respond to this for what a godawful mess it is lmao