Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind
With nowhere else to go and no clear path of direction to take, he remains in the Forest and it seems to suit him fine. He steers clear of the darker places of the woods, whispery shadowed areas that remind him of certain places in Sylva, and sticks to the lighter parts of the trees where birds still sing and some light filters through. It’s cold sometimes, even with the return of summer, but it bothers him little. Not when he can easily shift into the warm layers of black and white fur and curl into a ball, nestled between strong limbs.
He spends most of his time in his shifted state, where he always feels most comfortable. It allows him to avoid most predators that lurk in this common land and it permits him to escape to places where most can’t even go. Danger is still a foreign concept to the young stallion who has yet to need his claws and sharp teeth for anything else but climbing and scratching annoying itches. Tonight he lounges in the crook of one of the taller trees that breaks through the canopy, exposing a wide view over most of the forest and beyond. This has become one of his favorite places to be, where he usually beds down for the night.
Yet sleep alludes him.
Panda paws dangle over the edge precariously, kicking back and forth over the bough he is settled on, leaning back against the rough bark of the oak. From here he can see the remains of Loess, the submerged kingdom he had been born in. The rest of the South is hidden beneath the waves and he sighs softly, finding the melancholy of missing his family is especially strong today. Usually he can stave it off, keep himself occupied with all there is to see in the Forest and beyond. His hope is still a bright thing, a candle that refuses to flicker out. Still, on clear starry nights like tonight, he finds himself wishing that Lillibet was here to share the same view. That if he tumbled off the ledge, a polar bear would be there to catch him. He wishes he could wrap his neck around Oceane one last time and tell her he was sorry for all the times he had snuck off and caused them to fret. He understands what that feels like now, this gnawing worry that comes and goes like the ebb and flow of the sea in the distance.
So many wishes but none of them are granted, he is not his mother.
A glimmer of gold below catches his flecked gaze and he welcomes the distraction, wondering what could be moving in the night that is so bright. Curiosity gets the best of him as it usually does and he begins his ungraceful descent back to the forest floor. Whatever it is that's moving through the trees is headed in his direction and he forgets that there are dangerous things that prowl here, too intrigued to see what it could be that the last thing he is thinking of is stealth. It’s never been his strong suit anyways.
He lands in a heap of ebony and ivory fur but when he stands the bear has already pulled back and he is shaking dirt from his lavender coat, the gold markings around his knees and at the base of his neck flickering as he exudes a hazy lilac glow. When he looks up, there is an easy grin on his pale mouth and he takes in the cracked appearance of the stranger he had landed before. Warm russet eyes widen as he takes in the wings, the tarnished cracks etched into his body, his stone coloring. “That’s so…. cool!” He enthuses, having never seen anyone that looks like him before. "Are you like... made of rock or something?"
All of Ledger’s constant warnings and lectures on caution over everything fly out the window as he extends his muzzle to the other in greeting, simply happy to be distracted by meeting someone new. "Oh I'm Link, who are you?"
He spends most of his time in his shifted state, where he always feels most comfortable. It allows him to avoid most predators that lurk in this common land and it permits him to escape to places where most can’t even go. Danger is still a foreign concept to the young stallion who has yet to need his claws and sharp teeth for anything else but climbing and scratching annoying itches. Tonight he lounges in the crook of one of the taller trees that breaks through the canopy, exposing a wide view over most of the forest and beyond. This has become one of his favorite places to be, where he usually beds down for the night.
Yet sleep alludes him.
Panda paws dangle over the edge precariously, kicking back and forth over the bough he is settled on, leaning back against the rough bark of the oak. From here he can see the remains of Loess, the submerged kingdom he had been born in. The rest of the South is hidden beneath the waves and he sighs softly, finding the melancholy of missing his family is especially strong today. Usually he can stave it off, keep himself occupied with all there is to see in the Forest and beyond. His hope is still a bright thing, a candle that refuses to flicker out. Still, on clear starry nights like tonight, he finds himself wishing that Lillibet was here to share the same view. That if he tumbled off the ledge, a polar bear would be there to catch him. He wishes he could wrap his neck around Oceane one last time and tell her he was sorry for all the times he had snuck off and caused them to fret. He understands what that feels like now, this gnawing worry that comes and goes like the ebb and flow of the sea in the distance.
So many wishes but none of them are granted, he is not his mother.
A glimmer of gold below catches his flecked gaze and he welcomes the distraction, wondering what could be moving in the night that is so bright. Curiosity gets the best of him as it usually does and he begins his ungraceful descent back to the forest floor. Whatever it is that's moving through the trees is headed in his direction and he forgets that there are dangerous things that prowl here, too intrigued to see what it could be that the last thing he is thinking of is stealth. It’s never been his strong suit anyways.
He lands in a heap of ebony and ivory fur but when he stands the bear has already pulled back and he is shaking dirt from his lavender coat, the gold markings around his knees and at the base of his neck flickering as he exudes a hazy lilac glow. When he looks up, there is an easy grin on his pale mouth and he takes in the cracked appearance of the stranger he had landed before. Warm russet eyes widen as he takes in the wings, the tarnished cracks etched into his body, his stone coloring. “That’s so…. cool!” He enthuses, having never seen anyone that looks like him before. "Are you like... made of rock or something?"
All of Ledger’s constant warnings and lectures on caution over everything fly out the window as he extends his muzzle to the other in greeting, simply happy to be distracted by meeting someone new. "Oh I'm Link, who are you?"
Link
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