11-30-2020, 09:03 PM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
The moon was high in the sky yet it was encompassed by thick, rolling thunderclouds which rumbled menacingly throughout the densely wooded forest. Flashes of lightning danced nimbly amongst the dark clouds but the rain had yet to fall. The shadow child could certainly smell it coming – a freshness lingered in the air and he could feel the anticipation building throughout the forest.
It wouldn’t be long now before the storm unleashed its rage upon the land.
But the blue roan remained unconcerned with the threat of the looming storm. He would be well-protected beneath the thick branches of the towering trees and so he continued his meandering pace. The shadow child had finally returned back to his roots and he longed to reacquaint himself with his ancestral lands.
He almost always travelled at night for his day blindness could quickly turn nauseating if he ventured anywhere without adequate enough shade to shield his eyes. Ever since the incident with giant fairies and traitor demon sheep (he only wished it had been a terrible nightmare), he had to turn away from the sunlight and let the night embrace him as if he were a long-lost son. But he flourished within her arms, and he happily continued his never-ending journeys throughout the whole of the continent under the cover of darkness uninhibited.
As Michaelis passed underneath a particularly robust oak, shadow tendrils began to follow after him greedily. They latched onto his sides and continued to gather almost alarmingly until he was almost completely concealed within their loving embrace. They came to greet, to chide, to protect jealously, to remind him of his place within Beqanna for they missed him so. As they violently flailed for positions closest to his face, he never stopped moving but instead nickered soothingly to them in hopes of settling down for the rest of the journey. His mismatched eyes of yellow and warm brown glowed with a deep contentedness for he knew he would always be welcome here. The shadows began to relax and spread out amongst the trees once more after their initial greetings, yet some tendrils stubbornly clung to his skin and would do so for quite some time. But he did not mind their company for they would always willing open their arms for him and he would do the same in return.
A sharp clap of thunder and the clouds finally opened up to drown the land below with a torrential downpour.
Michaelis merely sighed softly and continued forward, a gentle smile upon his face.
What an appropriate homecoming for the shadow child.
( The Shadow Child )
[I've haven't written anything in two years so please be gentle. Also any and all please talk to me cause I've missed writing but be warned I'll be rusty as hell]