08-24-2016, 11:34 AM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Winter has arrived.
The cold is nipping at Tiphon’s heels and resting frigid kisses across his skin. A shudder is the first sign of life in minutes as he stands still enough for a few flakes to drift down and settle. A curious gaze finds the looming gray clouds above and he wills them away with his distaste for the season. It makes the trip here much less enjoyable, less fruitful. The Dale lulls him back and he spares a brief glance in the direction, but turns to look ahead and continue forward. The kingdom is relying on new bodies, new faces, to help her rise from the ashes. He won’t let it slip or fail. He can’t.
Magnus’ distress does not go unseen. Tiphon notices but doesn’t take action as quickly as the mare. He is observant and wanders by as a curious shark, eyeing the stranger. He smells of the Gates and yet he is here, battle-worn and agitated. There would be tales worth hearing, if only he could delve into the stallion’s mind and thumb through his memories. What could have happened that would drive a resident from his home and into a field that would leave his future in question? Tiphon considers this with furrowed brows but it’s when he turns that his body disappears into the crowd. It’s as though he was never there, never walking among the mortals, until he materializes next to the mare. Their bodies are close, but the angel’s eyes never waver from the stallion’s.
”Tiphon,” he offers to them both in a voice of liquid fire. All three of them here are soldiers; it’s obvious in the way they stand, their bodies, their minds warping to address a more diplomatic manner to recruit. ”What happened in the Gates?” Perhaps the question is too abrupt, maybe even unwanted, but he cannot deny himself the answers he craves. Is there something that should be known of the kingdom? Is it crumbling in the hands of an unfit ruler or simply does it lie in the ashes with hardly a heartbeat anymore? ”What could drive a Gates soldier from her borders?” His brashness can be offensive or it can be commendable. His thirst for awareness and knowledge is driving his mind and trying to wrap it around Magnus’ situation. The predicament could be many things, but he needs to know. He won’t offer a home to just any deserter .
The cold is nipping at Tiphon’s heels and resting frigid kisses across his skin. A shudder is the first sign of life in minutes as he stands still enough for a few flakes to drift down and settle. A curious gaze finds the looming gray clouds above and he wills them away with his distaste for the season. It makes the trip here much less enjoyable, less fruitful. The Dale lulls him back and he spares a brief glance in the direction, but turns to look ahead and continue forward. The kingdom is relying on new bodies, new faces, to help her rise from the ashes. He won’t let it slip or fail. He can’t.
Magnus’ distress does not go unseen. Tiphon notices but doesn’t take action as quickly as the mare. He is observant and wanders by as a curious shark, eyeing the stranger. He smells of the Gates and yet he is here, battle-worn and agitated. There would be tales worth hearing, if only he could delve into the stallion’s mind and thumb through his memories. What could have happened that would drive a resident from his home and into a field that would leave his future in question? Tiphon considers this with furrowed brows but it’s when he turns that his body disappears into the crowd. It’s as though he was never there, never walking among the mortals, until he materializes next to the mare. Their bodies are close, but the angel’s eyes never waver from the stallion’s.
”Tiphon,” he offers to them both in a voice of liquid fire. All three of them here are soldiers; it’s obvious in the way they stand, their bodies, their minds warping to address a more diplomatic manner to recruit. ”What happened in the Gates?” Perhaps the question is too abrupt, maybe even unwanted, but he cannot deny himself the answers he craves. Is there something that should be known of the kingdom? Is it crumbling in the hands of an unfit ruler or simply does it lie in the ashes with hardly a heartbeat anymore? ”What could drive a Gates soldier from her borders?” His brashness can be offensive or it can be commendable. His thirst for awareness and knowledge is driving his mind and trying to wrap it around Magnus’ situation. The predicament could be many things, but he needs to know. He won’t offer a home to just any deserter .
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION