We could write a bad romance; open!
Nov 12, 2014 5:28:48 GMT -6
Post by nikkayla on Nov 12, 2014 5:28:48 GMT -6
i feel it in my bones - enough to make my systems blow
The one-winged once-king had always had a deep affinity for the beach and the ocean; it spanned from his childhood, despite the terrible consequence of losing his mind and his father trying to murder him by throwing him over a cliff and into the ocean; no, it was from new memories. Memories that were of great importance to him; of his time in Ilir, discovering Lucian and the bond they still shared – becoming king of Ilir, the great kingdom that overlooked a long beach. The death of Cyrus his son, murdered by that foul demon after the darkness had been purged from Liridon – and discovering his love and adoration for Inwe right there in the beach where he had sought solitude. They were moments deeply embedded in his mind – and it is why he is here now, standing in this strange new world on the edge of a cliff, looking down across the ocean.
It was why he stood there looking over the sand and the swelling ocean, the waves rolling on shore as a gentle breeze pulled at his mane. The wind here was so delicious, the salt tangy on his tongue, burning a little as he inhaled the air. It was only cause to feel more like himself, rather than some lonesome lost little boy that was trying to claw its way to the surface of his mind.
So Entia leapt down from the bluff, landing neatly from the smaller part as he walked to the shoreline, where he stopped – the feeling of sand so delightful – until he stood by the edge of the ocean where the waves washed up and lapped at his hooves, leaving them dark and glittering in the light. He inhaled deep and gave an odd little smile to himself, despite feeling the twinge of loneliness there, it would pass.
After all this was a whole new place. The once-king of Ilir lifted his head and looked about him, curious. He wondered what there was to learn and do – and what this new allegiance of his would bring. Perhaps this would be somewhere he could finally find himself being, and living. Just maybe.
It was why he stood there looking over the sand and the swelling ocean, the waves rolling on shore as a gentle breeze pulled at his mane. The wind here was so delicious, the salt tangy on his tongue, burning a little as he inhaled the air. It was only cause to feel more like himself, rather than some lonesome lost little boy that was trying to claw its way to the surface of his mind.
So Entia leapt down from the bluff, landing neatly from the smaller part as he walked to the shoreline, where he stopped – the feeling of sand so delightful – until he stood by the edge of the ocean where the waves washed up and lapped at his hooves, leaving them dark and glittering in the light. He inhaled deep and gave an odd little smile to himself, despite feeling the twinge of loneliness there, it would pass.
After all this was a whole new place. The once-king of Ilir lifted his head and looked about him, curious. He wondered what there was to learn and do – and what this new allegiance of his would bring. Perhaps this would be somewhere he could finally find himself being, and living. Just maybe.
welcome to the new age - entia of nowhere