you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
Demian had yet to come across the wolf pack that now roamed the border though he had heard their cries echoing through the night the last week. Since they hadn't come for him during his time of healing he had come to realize they were not there to hunt and survive but for a much different purpose and the protection of the valley was a good enough explanation. He would have liked to see the creatures with their thick gray and black coats, beady eyes and snarling jaws. But for the rest of eternity he would be doing his best to remember what things looked like rather than actually see them for himself.
Which is what he did now, and with surprising ease as Rhonan's physical make up popped up into his mind. The palomino tobiano's pattern danced easily through him, his quiet nature wrapping the boy in a soft embrace. During his trip back to the past when he first met the boy, Demian didn't feel Rhonan's stare. Nor would he have much cared had he been able to see it. He knew that differences inevitably drew the eye of those around them and when another's stare could make the drawer of the eye uncomfortable, it wasn't something that would bother him. Curiosity was a similar trait he held and he never could find a way to chastise the rest for exactly that. Curiosity.
It was Rhonan's question that pulled him from his memories and made a smirk quirk at the corners of his lips the rudeness of the question being completely ignored. "Ah this?" his voice is gruff as he jokingly refers to his eyes. "I had to give them in exchange for the wall... It took an unexplainable amount of power and sacrifice to get it where it once stood... And so I gave them to the Valley. But it is not as great a sacrifice as it seems. Being blind isn't so bad." And it was true. To him at least The loss of his sight was the least of his worries when the loss of the fire within him was what caused him the most pain deep within.
The fire had burned his eyes straight from his skull, leaving the feeling of a permanent warmth filling his sockets. Always a reminder of the actions once made. And forever a way to miss the warmth that had once filled him all the way to his soul.For a moment he stands there, wings shuffling slightly at his sides in thought before turning his head once more towards Rhonan. His next statement is amusing as Demian had always known how the stallion was a type of loner that could easily find his own joys, usually being those that didn't involve anyone else. Yet he had always hoped the young one would make a place for himself in the Valley and amongst the rest. Even if he wasn't particularly fond of socialization.
The fact he hadn't disappeared was pleasing and somewhat of a relief. His smirk slowly turned into an amused smile. "I have always known you were. But I figured you may like some company every now and then." With a soft chuckle the stallion finds himself rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug. "I say we pick things up around here. I had thought my successors would have continued my work, but it seems as though they have been unable to do so. And the lack of activity around here is growing quiet... Worrisome... Especially with the growing rumors of the coming war."
Biting his lip slightly he continues to think. "We need to do something Rhonan. Make our mark. Remind the rest we are still not one to be reckoned with. We must also avoid the rest from coming in and stealing our home." His words are quiet but filled with a tone of strenghth. "I was wondering... About this war... Should we try and build our numbers while promising to fight with the Chamber, maybe also recruiting the herds surrounding our kingdom? Or should we do something else... Like make our kingdom a silent hide in a sense for the Chambers members or even the whole of beqannas residents who cannot fight. Who will not fight..."
His voice trails off in thought before suddenly lifting his head a bit higher. "And what should be done of Gallows and Fennick? Fennick occasionally is spotted but Gallows has disappeared entirely. We cannot allow the Valley to go without consistent leadership." It is here he finally allows himself to grow quiet in order for Rhonan to be able to take it all in. He knows his suggestions are weak at best, yet it had been so long since he had allowed his mind to work at a plan. Hopefully though Rhonan would ignore that fact and help him to come up with something better then the simple basics he had suggested.
Which is what he did now, and with surprising ease as Rhonan's physical make up popped up into his mind. The palomino tobiano's pattern danced easily through him, his quiet nature wrapping the boy in a soft embrace. During his trip back to the past when he first met the boy, Demian didn't feel Rhonan's stare. Nor would he have much cared had he been able to see it. He knew that differences inevitably drew the eye of those around them and when another's stare could make the drawer of the eye uncomfortable, it wasn't something that would bother him. Curiosity was a similar trait he held and he never could find a way to chastise the rest for exactly that. Curiosity.
It was Rhonan's question that pulled him from his memories and made a smirk quirk at the corners of his lips the rudeness of the question being completely ignored. "Ah this?" his voice is gruff as he jokingly refers to his eyes. "I had to give them in exchange for the wall... It took an unexplainable amount of power and sacrifice to get it where it once stood... And so I gave them to the Valley. But it is not as great a sacrifice as it seems. Being blind isn't so bad." And it was true. To him at least The loss of his sight was the least of his worries when the loss of the fire within him was what caused him the most pain deep within.
The fire had burned his eyes straight from his skull, leaving the feeling of a permanent warmth filling his sockets. Always a reminder of the actions once made. And forever a way to miss the warmth that had once filled him all the way to his soul.For a moment he stands there, wings shuffling slightly at his sides in thought before turning his head once more towards Rhonan. His next statement is amusing as Demian had always known how the stallion was a type of loner that could easily find his own joys, usually being those that didn't involve anyone else. Yet he had always hoped the young one would make a place for himself in the Valley and amongst the rest. Even if he wasn't particularly fond of socialization.
The fact he hadn't disappeared was pleasing and somewhat of a relief. His smirk slowly turned into an amused smile. "I have always known you were. But I figured you may like some company every now and then." With a soft chuckle the stallion finds himself rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug. "I say we pick things up around here. I had thought my successors would have continued my work, but it seems as though they have been unable to do so. And the lack of activity around here is growing quiet... Worrisome... Especially with the growing rumors of the coming war."
Biting his lip slightly he continues to think. "We need to do something Rhonan. Make our mark. Remind the rest we are still not one to be reckoned with. We must also avoid the rest from coming in and stealing our home." His words are quiet but filled with a tone of strenghth. "I was wondering... About this war... Should we try and build our numbers while promising to fight with the Chamber, maybe also recruiting the herds surrounding our kingdom? Or should we do something else... Like make our kingdom a silent hide in a sense for the Chambers members or even the whole of beqannas residents who cannot fight. Who will not fight..."
His voice trails off in thought before suddenly lifting his head a bit higher. "And what should be done of Gallows and Fennick? Fennick occasionally is spotted but Gallows has disappeared entirely. We cannot allow the Valley to go without consistent leadership." It is here he finally allows himself to grow quiet in order for Rhonan to be able to take it all in. He knows his suggestions are weak at best, yet it had been so long since he had allowed his mind to work at a plan. Hopefully though Rhonan would ignore that fact and help him to come up with something better then the simple basics he had suggested.
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