12-07-2017, 10:44 PM
Gunsynd
(last night i got high
as your expectations)
No longer the shadow-monster he had been, he decides to try his new persona out in the meadow. He was the puppet master within, and he was determined to put on a good show. The challenge was making him giddy.
Stepping into the meadow, his new flea-bitten pelt gleamed irreverently in the summer sun. His movements were sharp and precise as he moved among them, enjoying the freedom this façade afforded him. Of what importance were memories now? The unnecessary nuisances. He would use this form to learn what he needed to know of his new (but old?) surroundings and then return to his true self when the time was right. But for now he would enjoy his little joke.
The puppet finds his way to a creek running through the tall grasses and holds his new head over the dribbling water to admire his handiwork. The stranger grins back at him from below, his white forelock falling lackadaisically over his right eye, leaving only the left to provide its piercing blue gaze. The angles of his face are pleasing, but he misses the ruggedness of his true features. This face would do nicely, however, for his current purpose.
He raises his head, lest he be seen as a Narcissus and takes in his surroundings. Surely there was someone here trying to find someone to join their cause. And he had never been more willing.
Stepping into the meadow, his new flea-bitten pelt gleamed irreverently in the summer sun. His movements were sharp and precise as he moved among them, enjoying the freedom this façade afforded him. Of what importance were memories now? The unnecessary nuisances. He would use this form to learn what he needed to know of his new (but old?) surroundings and then return to his true self when the time was right. But for now he would enjoy his little joke.
The puppet finds his way to a creek running through the tall grasses and holds his new head over the dribbling water to admire his handiwork. The stranger grins back at him from below, his white forelock falling lackadaisically over his right eye, leaving only the left to provide its piercing blue gaze. The angles of his face are pleasing, but he misses the ruggedness of his true features. This face would do nicely, however, for his current purpose.
He raises his head, lest he be seen as a Narcissus and takes in his surroundings. Surely there was someone here trying to find someone to join their cause. And he had never been more willing.
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