11-01-2016, 08:01 AM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Solitude is a thing of the past, a luxury that he had time to enjoy years ago. It doesn’t exist to him anymore, however, not when he is in a new place – a new home – with curious eyes always seeking him out. He doesn’t mind; he never really has. This is his family, the one that he adopted since his parents and grandfather lacked the sense of the word (in addition to the fact that Tiphon murdered Starlace and Infection). They look to him for answers, for support, and he has always – will always – oblige. There are shackles around his ankles that hold him to this island like they had to the Dale once before. His purpose in this life is to serve and to protect; he isn’t a wild card like his grandfather or a fickle entity like his sister.
No, there is no change for him. This is his life and so it will always be.
He has drunken but his head is still fairly low as he scrutinizes his reflection. It ripples as droplets trickle from his chin, but he can still see his lackluster appearance. His aura is gone, his unperceivable perfections gone and replaced with the flaws of a mortal. He is unruly, wilder, but his molten eyes still remain the same despite it all. His wings aren’t what they were or what they should be. Everything about him is wrong, but the Mountain still hoards what is his.
Raptured in his own thoughts Tiphon almost didn’t hear the looming footfalls. Unconsciously, his ear twitches and jerks his attention to the mare. She knows his name, but they’ve never met. Pivoting slowly, he looks at her with an amiable grin. ”A pleasure to meet you, Wallace,” he notices how young she is, but she carries herself with maturity and pride. Their eyes meet and hold for a few long seconds before Tiphon glances away to see the surrounding trees. ”I hope you are finding Ischia to your liking?” It’s their own paradise; he can only hope they are all enjoying it as much as he is. Vida, the girl he has often crossed paths with, seems to be exploring nearby just as he is looking around and so he calls to her. ”That’s Vida,” he offers to Wallace while waiting for the dun mare to join them.
No, there is no change for him. This is his life and so it will always be.
He has drunken but his head is still fairly low as he scrutinizes his reflection. It ripples as droplets trickle from his chin, but he can still see his lackluster appearance. His aura is gone, his unperceivable perfections gone and replaced with the flaws of a mortal. He is unruly, wilder, but his molten eyes still remain the same despite it all. His wings aren’t what they were or what they should be. Everything about him is wrong, but the Mountain still hoards what is his.
Raptured in his own thoughts Tiphon almost didn’t hear the looming footfalls. Unconsciously, his ear twitches and jerks his attention to the mare. She knows his name, but they’ve never met. Pivoting slowly, he looks at her with an amiable grin. ”A pleasure to meet you, Wallace,” he notices how young she is, but she carries herself with maturity and pride. Their eyes meet and hold for a few long seconds before Tiphon glances away to see the surrounding trees. ”I hope you are finding Ischia to your liking?” It’s their own paradise; he can only hope they are all enjoying it as much as he is. Vida, the girl he has often crossed paths with, seems to be exploring nearby just as he is looking around and so he calls to her. ”That’s Vida,” he offers to Wallace while waiting for the dun mare to join them.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION