I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Ashhal had fallen asleep irritable. Of course, this is not a new occurrence, but for a while at least he had been slightly less so. Until the kingdom had begun to make it’s demands of him. He should have known it would, eventually. Should have known that is the price of living somewhere other than the wilds. He had known, but still it made something curiously empty and futile bloom in the pit of his stomach.
It is not that he does not have the time. He certainly doesn’t have the inclination, though that hardly matters. No, it is far more the reminder it brings. The reminder of the emptiness of his endless existence. He had once sought to fill it with loyalty to a kingdom. But then, he had also once been better than he is now. Not kinder, or in any way good. Merely less angry and bitter, less jaded.
He sometimes recalls how much more pleasant the world had been back when he didn’t have his memories. It’s tempting to return there even as he loathes the thought of it. But how could he, when misery has always been his most familiar mistress?
The light that explodes above him brings him instantly awake. A low and feral sound escapes his throat as he scrambles to his feet, wings flaring as he prepares for defense. But the second light that explodes above him draws his attention to the skies. At the third, his scowl deepens with a ferocious intensity.
Stalking from the small space he’d claimed as his own in the lee of two red rocks, Ashhal glowers around him until he spies a pale, glowing figure not far away. For a moment, she is almost familiar, then he shakes his head to clear it. He’s positive they have never met before, no matter how familiar she might look.
He erases the distance in a few clipped strides. His voice is loud and angry, the deep tones grating with his annoyance. “What the FUCK is your problem?”
@Islas