[open] Hell is Empty and the devil is here

[midnight]

Midnight

Finally old enough to spiral out of the grips of his family and his home, Midnight wanders. As a child the stallion always thought he would settle in Sylva, amongst his makeshift parents and his ever-growing family. Those sweet scents of adulthood landed in his nostrils, though, and hinted at the many lives outside of his little universe.

So, he wanders, like the nomad his birth mother cursed him to be.

Not to Tephra like he is so wont to do, but to the Common Lands, where the shadows grow deep and the air is crisp. He likes the mystery, the endless opportunities -- a boy of true curiosity, a boy quick on his legs and kinder than one may think. He takes in the scenery as he passes by. From Sylva’s dying leaves to Sylva’s hardy cacti, he observes the way they slowly change (how they are all the same, just fucking plants, and he laughs). Loess blends into the Forest, the twining trees giving the roan stallion pause. He tilts his head at the twittering of a bird, then steps delicately into the shadows.

Midnight finds himself at a shore before he knows it, glittering emerald eyes watching a fierce woman and a rough man. He is not the kind to hover, so he slowly picks his way out of cover and in the direction of the pair.

Neither look particularly friendly, he notes; still, he wanders closer.

“Why would you go for a swim in this weather?” he questions, soft eyes drifting over the damp press of her fur. He offers Bethlehem a nod of his head before turning back to the woman.

now I wake up in the mornings and all the kindness is drained out of me
i spend hours just wincing and trying to regain some sense of peace

@[Melinoë]