11-27-2020, 11:13 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
Yadigar thinks of that day in Nerine less and less as time goes by. Emotions, too, are getting harder to remember. There are moments in which he wonders where Tarte and Cirilla are, but he makes no effort to seek them out. Not while Pangea is still recovering and the children are still so young. Their scales have hardened and they grow more practiced in their hunts with one another each night. He no longer fears they will not come back. Rather, he fears he will not.
He watches the blurs of his brothers and sisters as they lounge in the heat of the midday sun. From atop one of the remaining cliffs, he can see Sepulcher lift his head and rise onto his hooves. Yadigar tracks the shape of him as he slinks toward the border and spreads his terrifying mouth wide. The elder monster spreads his wings and dives off the edge of the cliff into a glide that brings him swiftly between the younger male and the waiting figure.
“You have to talk to someone before deciding you can eat them, Sepulcher. I will take one of your teeth every time you make this mistake,” he promises as he folds his wings and turns to the other.
His keen nose recognizes her, even if time has sculpted her into a new shape or added scars to her skin. There is a flickering moment where he wonders if he would be glad to see her if he could still feel anything at all. But he does not dwell. Instead, he turns his head to hide the fresh scars of his latest injury and steps closer to her.
“Cirilla,” he says with a slight nod before turning back to the waiting sibling. “This is Sepulcher. He is our brother.”
At this, the younger Pangean closes his mouth and lowers his head pensively. Yadigar does not lift his gaze until Cher shifts his weight and takes a half step closer to issue a soft, mournful croon.
He watches the blurs of his brothers and sisters as they lounge in the heat of the midday sun. From atop one of the remaining cliffs, he can see Sepulcher lift his head and rise onto his hooves. Yadigar tracks the shape of him as he slinks toward the border and spreads his terrifying mouth wide. The elder monster spreads his wings and dives off the edge of the cliff into a glide that brings him swiftly between the younger male and the waiting figure.
“You have to talk to someone before deciding you can eat them, Sepulcher. I will take one of your teeth every time you make this mistake,” he promises as he folds his wings and turns to the other.
His keen nose recognizes her, even if time has sculpted her into a new shape or added scars to her skin. There is a flickering moment where he wonders if he would be glad to see her if he could still feel anything at all. But he does not dwell. Instead, he turns his head to hide the fresh scars of his latest injury and steps closer to her.
“Cirilla,” he says with a slight nod before turning back to the waiting sibling. “This is Sepulcher. He is our brother.”
At this, the younger Pangean closes his mouth and lowers his head pensively. Yadigar does not lift his gaze until Cher shifts his weight and takes a half step closer to issue a soft, mournful croon.