02-06-2016, 10:54 PM
everyone i know goes away in the end
In a past life, over twelve decades ago, the mass of lumbering testosterone would have courted many and longed for their affections - a majority of his time spent seducing those of the fairer sex who needed protection, kindness and a soft spoken voice of encouragement. Though his obsidian flesh was littered with many battle scars and his muscles trembled with an ache that only weariness from many years lived could produce, he had once been a fertile, vital feature in the otherwise barren landscape. He had loved, lost and procreated, all of which seemed a lifetime ago - but he was no longer that being. He no longer desired that life.
He could not bear to put himself out on the line, only to lose the ones he had grown to care for so deeply again. Each time, it led to despair, suffering and a devastating depth of loneliness - and for many years, he remained without companionship and without company, wandering the lands aimlessly. He loathed outliving the ones he felt he could not live without.
Alas, it was time to stop living adrift. It was time to stop lingering on the pain. Regardless of how his heart ached for death, it had not come and it would not come - a damaged body trapping an eternal, immortal soul. He could no longer allow himself to fall away to a fog of obliviousness. Eventually, the mind and soul alike need contact. Companionship, even if it is platonic. He could no longer ignore the throb of longing, nor could he return to the life he once had - where could he draw the line? Where could he find a medium to dwell in?
As his forelegs propelled him forth, a soft breath of air slowly exhaled from his lungs, leaving behind a trail of fog from the cold evening air. The sun was beginning to set, its brilliant colors of magenta and lavender shining over the horizon, reflecting off of the sheets of ice that remain along the mountain like shimmering painted glass. Gentle stems of grass peaked beneath the frost, lapping gently at his legs as he finally stood still, taking in the beauty of the ice kingdom.
In spite of the invitation of spring, the cold remained, setting into his bones and reminding him of his bodily existence. For the first time in a long time, he felt alive.
With a deep and echoing call, he crooned for another and announced his presence, curious of the band of brothers and how he could make his place among them. Only time would tell.
He could not bear to put himself out on the line, only to lose the ones he had grown to care for so deeply again. Each time, it led to despair, suffering and a devastating depth of loneliness - and for many years, he remained without companionship and without company, wandering the lands aimlessly. He loathed outliving the ones he felt he could not live without.
Alas, it was time to stop living adrift. It was time to stop lingering on the pain. Regardless of how his heart ached for death, it had not come and it would not come - a damaged body trapping an eternal, immortal soul. He could no longer allow himself to fall away to a fog of obliviousness. Eventually, the mind and soul alike need contact. Companionship, even if it is platonic. He could no longer ignore the throb of longing, nor could he return to the life he once had - where could he draw the line? Where could he find a medium to dwell in?
As his forelegs propelled him forth, a soft breath of air slowly exhaled from his lungs, leaving behind a trail of fog from the cold evening air. The sun was beginning to set, its brilliant colors of magenta and lavender shining over the horizon, reflecting off of the sheets of ice that remain along the mountain like shimmering painted glass. Gentle stems of grass peaked beneath the frost, lapping gently at his legs as he finally stood still, taking in the beauty of the ice kingdom.
In spite of the invitation of spring, the cold remained, setting into his bones and reminding him of his bodily existence. For the first time in a long time, he felt alive.
With a deep and echoing call, he crooned for another and announced his presence, curious of the band of brothers and how he could make his place among them. Only time would tell.
offspring
Big boy wants to be a Tundra boy & help fite w/u guys. :p
