Gotta stay high all the time; [open]
Nov 16, 2014 5:47:56 GMT -6
Post by nikkayla on Nov 16, 2014 5:47:56 GMT -6
i feel it in my bones - enough to make my systems blow
With wanderings and learning land marks, natural pieces and bits of lands he had never seen before was helping him to begin to map out his path in this strange new place. It was really quite like where he had been before but at the same time it was completely different. Nothing was in the same place, everything was shifted – the scents and smells were nothing like he had seen before either, he was truly somewhere he had never been before. So much more to learn, so much to do and while the saying was so little time, Entia found he had too much time.
With too much time came too much left for him to think about, and so he was left there in the silence of his own mind, as he walked from the forest and out into a large meadow, stepping on to the swaying grass as he made his way silently alone.
He thought of those he had left; but then he remembered his son’s death, his throat torn apart and left to bleed. Entia had been powerless to stop that monster and had not been able to help his son, not even to help end his suffering. He had seen so much like that, and it still made him feel terrible now as a deep stab of pain lanced through his heart.
He let it pass, as he wandered to the edge of the pool. His hooves left little trace in the grass aside from the occasional broken stalk, as he moved with a learned precision of how to leave little to no track where he had come from. His one wing hung at his side as useless as ever, but at least now he could relax. In another stride he was over the grass and on the light brown soil that surrounded the pond.
Entia lowered his head to take a drink, ears twitching with every motion of his throat as he drank, while his eyes were wide and he was always watching. But this water was great, and he was really quiet thirsty – and so his attention wandered, diverted to the cold and absolutely relishing the sensation as it drained into his gullet and into his belly – and he was oblivious for the moment, to what was around him.
With too much time came too much left for him to think about, and so he was left there in the silence of his own mind, as he walked from the forest and out into a large meadow, stepping on to the swaying grass as he made his way silently alone.
He thought of those he had left; but then he remembered his son’s death, his throat torn apart and left to bleed. Entia had been powerless to stop that monster and had not been able to help his son, not even to help end his suffering. He had seen so much like that, and it still made him feel terrible now as a deep stab of pain lanced through his heart.
He let it pass, as he wandered to the edge of the pool. His hooves left little trace in the grass aside from the occasional broken stalk, as he moved with a learned precision of how to leave little to no track where he had come from. His one wing hung at his side as useless as ever, but at least now he could relax. In another stride he was over the grass and on the light brown soil that surrounded the pond.
Entia lowered his head to take a drink, ears twitching with every motion of his throat as he drank, while his eyes were wide and he was always watching. But this water was great, and he was really quiet thirsty – and so his attention wandered, diverted to the cold and absolutely relishing the sensation as it drained into his gullet and into his belly – and he was oblivious for the moment, to what was around him.
welcome to the new age - entia of nowhere
