I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He is not a creature made for nostalgia, not one to reminisce on moments long past. He is made for the moment, to live and create a havoc of his own making. To find, seek out others that might learn as he had learned. But if ever there was one he might remember so fondly, it is She. She had been the maker of him, had introduced him to a life of pain. Had shown him the true delights agony might provide. Had brought him to the attention of a glorious god.
Should he meet her again, he might thank her.
But he has searched, and she is nowhere to be found. That silver form so ingrained in his memory is a sight he has come believe he is not destined to see again. He wishes to. Oh how he wishes to. She had been instrumental in his release, in his creation. He wishes only to show her what she has wrought, what her lightning might give to the world.
But she is nowhere to be found.
And then he is surprised, stilled by shock, when an all too familiar silver form fills his vision. For a moment he can only stare, certain that he must be mistaken. Certain that it cannot be she.
It has been years, too many long years. One step, then two, then ten. ”Cordis.” Her name escapes him on a raspy breath. And then he is there before her, bland gray eyes wide and disbelieving. Those eyes are the only recognizable thing about him, the only piece of him that she might see and remember. Gone is the dull boy of black with the unkempt coat and wispy tresses. In his place stands a man full grown, a tall and imposing creature with charred skin, sunken muscles, and deep, fearsome scars etched into a hairless hide. He is hideous, a child’s worst nightmare.
He is her creation.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie
@[Cordis]