05-07-2016, 10:19 AM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
If there is one woman he doesn't fear to face, it's Lagertha. He didn't abandon her. He didn't crumple in front of her when his son died. Their meeting was as political as their own child. There are no emotional ties to her, but she has still crossed his mind. Their son has crossed his mind.
With the wind at his back Tiphon travels south from the Dale to the Jungle. A humored grin shadows across his lips as he considers the fact that he has procreated with two Amazon Queens. Nothing has come of the incidents except for children that found life and moved on. He hasn't checked in on any of them, but after having witnessed the curse of mortality Tiphon reels himself from the shadows to track down what he can. Are more pieces of his mind and soul flaking away with the death of his children, or was it only Tiberios' that shattered him completely? These past few years he hasn't felt whole. His heart has pieces torn that are beginning to eat away at him. It makes him yearn for distance so that he never has to again experience such pain and loss, but he can only stray too far before it still hits him with Elysteria and Talulah's faces attached.
He can't leave them again. They don't deserve it.
They bring him joy even despite his childhood vow to steer clear of love.
A river dissecting the land brings Tiphon pause. His molten eyes stare into the rushing current as a deep breath is swallowed into his lungs. In the near distance, only miles away, he can see the change of scenery. The wild Jungle is ahead, staring at him viciously as it always has. He isn't a woman and he certainly is not a slave; he doesn't belong and so the Jungle scorns him more and more as the distance ebbs away. Its emerald leaves rustle as the wind blows suddenly against him as though a large beast has opened its gaping jaws in warning, the touch warm and humid. Although unfazed Tiphon remains respectable. With hushed footsteps he brings himself to the edge of the Jungle where the trees rise high toward the clouds, and waits for Lagertha to arrive. It will only be a matter of time until she does.
With the wind at his back Tiphon travels south from the Dale to the Jungle. A humored grin shadows across his lips as he considers the fact that he has procreated with two Amazon Queens. Nothing has come of the incidents except for children that found life and moved on. He hasn't checked in on any of them, but after having witnessed the curse of mortality Tiphon reels himself from the shadows to track down what he can. Are more pieces of his mind and soul flaking away with the death of his children, or was it only Tiberios' that shattered him completely? These past few years he hasn't felt whole. His heart has pieces torn that are beginning to eat away at him. It makes him yearn for distance so that he never has to again experience such pain and loss, but he can only stray too far before it still hits him with Elysteria and Talulah's faces attached.
He can't leave them again. They don't deserve it.
They bring him joy even despite his childhood vow to steer clear of love.
A river dissecting the land brings Tiphon pause. His molten eyes stare into the rushing current as a deep breath is swallowed into his lungs. In the near distance, only miles away, he can see the change of scenery. The wild Jungle is ahead, staring at him viciously as it always has. He isn't a woman and he certainly is not a slave; he doesn't belong and so the Jungle scorns him more and more as the distance ebbs away. Its emerald leaves rustle as the wind blows suddenly against him as though a large beast has opened its gaping jaws in warning, the touch warm and humid. Although unfazed Tiphon remains respectable. With hushed footsteps he brings himself to the edge of the Jungle where the trees rise high toward the clouds, and waits for Lagertha to arrive. It will only be a matter of time until she does.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION