07-06-2016, 05:58 AM
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
It is dark when he slips through the trees that outlined the chamber's borders. His wings are gone the fresh taste of mortal life runs through his veins with a renewed and relieved vigor. He had spent so much time in the minds of his demons that he he had forgotten what the taste of fresh air felt like on his throat, or how the fresh soil spread beneath his hooves. For the majority of his trip he focused on both entirely, relishing in the feeling of clean air and damp earth.
As he pressed forward, his true self lay dormant, like a monster laying in wait under a child's bed in the early morning hours. His main goal was to search for the three faces the demons had spent ample amount of time showing him, ensuring he remember, before spitting him back into the place he was born so crudely. It seemed to take hours, this little trip from the forest and he could have easily cut his time into seconds, yet he knew it was best that he remain as normal as possible... For now that is.
It is when he is a few yards from the broder that he stops and begins to wait, knowing that they would eventually come. He had no doubt they would hear of his return and that they would desire to have words with him about his disappearances and he was willing to let them say their pieces without threat of anger in response. And when they were done, saying what they felt they needed to say, he would offer them what he knew he could in exchange for his failure. Though it would be entirely up to them whether they took the peace offering for what it was or not.
His body remains still, becoming statuesque as the minutes of his unusually patient waiting turn to hours and he refuses to even make a sound save for the quiet breaths that pass through his nostrils. It was about time he made up for the demons tearing him away from their plans and now was as good of a time as any.
The oncoming change that lay so delicately on the horizon was almost palpable and with change always came unrest. It was almost necessary that one get all their ducks in a row before things potentially came to a head.
As he pressed forward, his true self lay dormant, like a monster laying in wait under a child's bed in the early morning hours. His main goal was to search for the three faces the demons had spent ample amount of time showing him, ensuring he remember, before spitting him back into the place he was born so crudely. It seemed to take hours, this little trip from the forest and he could have easily cut his time into seconds, yet he knew it was best that he remain as normal as possible... For now that is.
It is when he is a few yards from the broder that he stops and begins to wait, knowing that they would eventually come. He had no doubt they would hear of his return and that they would desire to have words with him about his disappearances and he was willing to let them say their pieces without threat of anger in response. And when they were done, saying what they felt they needed to say, he would offer them what he knew he could in exchange for his failure. Though it would be entirely up to them whether they took the peace offering for what it was or not.
His body remains still, becoming statuesque as the minutes of his unusually patient waiting turn to hours and he refuses to even make a sound save for the quiet breaths that pass through his nostrils. It was about time he made up for the demons tearing him away from their plans and now was as good of a time as any.
The oncoming change that lay so delicately on the horizon was almost palpable and with change always came unrest. It was almost necessary that one get all their ducks in a row before things potentially came to a head.
TANNOR
demon morphing son of a bitch
uh. i'm on pain meds, so forgive me for this :|
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