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Where the stolen roses grow - Thal & ANY - Solace - 08-01-2018 Solace . . . RE: Where the stolen roses grow - Thal & ANY - Hephaestus - 08-01-2018 Hephaestus
The mountains had been his home for a short while when compared to some. Living in the shade they provided he had found a peace that had been evasive to him in all his time traveling. The sanctuary had a beauty to it in all the ways that it functioned with such purity. Solace was a fair and just ruler, while Kagerus complimented her mate beautifully. He was honored to be a witness to their leadership. Even so, and despite Kagerus' encouragements, Hephaestus still had not found himself able to join the majority. Daily he patrolled the outskirts of the land, finding peace in his finally belonging and in his solitude. Swearing his loyalty to Hyaline hadnt changed much by way of choice to remain reclusive. Still a sight more ghastly than most, he could not bear to see hidden horror behind forced gazes. He never wished to become a spectacle. Wandering lazily about he kept his good eye trained upon the constant rise and fall of the path. Blind left eye turned towards the precipice he veered towards the safety of the trail that looped downward. The path was not unfamiliar to him. Throughout the length of his stay he had traversed the same rocky cliffside since his chosen permanence there. Above him a large tree offered its shade and he paused, his eyes closing in relaxation. Surrounding him there was naught but the sound of insects buzzing and his own accompanying thoughts. His mind slipped and he felt himself slowly drift into a doze. Just as he found his dreamscape the sound of travelers jolted him awake. Slipping father into the shadows he watched and waited for their emergence, the familiar scent of Solace heavy upon the breeze. But she was not alone and he was not trusting of strangers. Break My Shackles To Set Me Free @[thal] RE: Where the stolen roses grow - Thal & ANY - Thalassa - 08-01-2018 --> Thalassa MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL, I ALWAYS GET UP AFTER I FALL @[Hephaestus] RE: Where the stolen roses grow - Thal & ANY - Solace - 08-02-2018 Solace . . . RE: Where the stolen roses grow - Thal & ANY - Hephaestus - 08-21-2018 Hephaestus
There is comfort found in the cool of his shade. Apprehensively, he ducks his head down low and keeps his eye trained upon the winding mountain road. The travelers' footfalls grew louder as they drew nearer and soon their figures were in plain view of him. Solace leads a strange painted mare and they both halt to admire the scenery around them. Together there is an excitement as the newcomer dances in place. Hephaestus remembered his first time visiting Hyaline. The beauty of the mountainous terrain had reminded him of his home across the sea. There had been joy mixed with a feeling of apprehension. His memories of his childhood home were varied, but he found comfort nestled among the ridges and cliffs. He remained perfectly still as they continued to linger. Curiosity was not a trait he often possessed, but it seemed Solace sensed his eyes upon them. She moved towards his hiding place and his body grew rigid. It appeard as though the new mare was considering Hyaline as her home, he would only serve to hurt the queen's cause. Solace's voice beckoned to him and his throat tightened. He had found peace there, but some curses were harder to dispose of. Hiding himself away was easy and he embraced the familiarity of the task. But he had never been able to hide from either of the land's rulers. Theu sought him out and forced him to question the very foundations he had built himself upon. Tentatively he forced himself forward, stepping carefully into the light. The third eye upon his forehead blinked angrily and he carefully tossed a peice of his forelock over top his more grotesque features. Cordially he nodded towards Solace, keeping himself angled ever so carefully away from the stranger. Break My Shackles To Set Me Free @[Thalassa] @[Solace] |