04-01-2019, 03:48 AM
He should not know her, but he finds himself lingering near the places she frequents, wondering at the familiarity he feels but unable to place it. His family had only been his mother and his twin sister for a long time. And then it had only been Syntyche, whom he had to eventually leave, in fear for his life. He had disappeared into the darkness, let it swallow him whole as he hid.
Until Tithe and Tindalos had found him, pulled him out of his shell and healed him. Now they were his family, now they owned his loyalty, his love, his heart. He had come so far from where he had been before. No longer did he cower near them, unable and unwilling to leave the comfort of their love, their touches. No longer did he cower in the dark, hiding and worried about his sister whom he figured to be dead.
But there was something about this mare….
Fear strikes his heart hard as she turns to look at him, a look in her eyes that reminds him every bit of his sister. Perhaps it’s the shape of her face, or the way her eyes glint as she studies him. He doesn’t know but it clicks into place, his body sagging against the nearby tree. “Syntyche.” He says softly, so softly it’s nothing more than a breath, as if he is afraid that saying her name will bring her back to life.
He staggers forwards, eager to know and almost desperate. “Please...who’s your mother?” He asks, begs for the answer with his eyes and his mouth. There was never a thought in his mind that she might not know, that his sister might have thrown her to the side for reasons all her own. His legs were shaky as he pulls himself to a stop near her.
@[Kagerus]
Until Tithe and Tindalos had found him, pulled him out of his shell and healed him. Now they were his family, now they owned his loyalty, his love, his heart. He had come so far from where he had been before. No longer did he cower near them, unable and unwilling to leave the comfort of their love, their touches. No longer did he cower in the dark, hiding and worried about his sister whom he figured to be dead.
But there was something about this mare….
Fear strikes his heart hard as she turns to look at him, a look in her eyes that reminds him every bit of his sister. Perhaps it’s the shape of her face, or the way her eyes glint as she studies him. He doesn’t know but it clicks into place, his body sagging against the nearby tree. “Syntyche.” He says softly, so softly it’s nothing more than a breath, as if he is afraid that saying her name will bring her back to life.
He staggers forwards, eager to know and almost desperate. “Please...who’s your mother?” He asks, begs for the answer with his eyes and his mouth. There was never a thought in his mind that she might not know, that his sister might have thrown her to the side for reasons all her own. His legs were shaky as he pulls himself to a stop near her.
@[Kagerus]