03-25-2016, 11:21 PM
when you fall I'll be the only one who looks away;
when you call I'll be the first to tell you I can't stay.
when you call I'll be the first to tell you I can't stay.
Silence had long since settled into the quiet, unyielding plain of the icy kingdom. The land had its own allure, with sparsely scattered wildflowers blossoming in the early birthing of spring, dried brush and warm gusts in the midst of summer and eventually the familiar, icy embrace and blanket of snow that followed in the winter. It was enthralling, dull and altogether unusual, and yet nonetheless, it was a place of solace and comfort for many. Offspring had grown immensely fond of its every nook, cranny and nuance, fiercely devoted to seeing it flourish and soothed by its isolation. He often lingered in the icy flurries that fell down from a downy, dark sky, allowing their soft flakes of frost to tangled themselves into his matted locks of hair and melt along the warmth of his skin.
He savored the cold and had allowed it to seep deep into his bones, penetrating his flesh and immersing itself into his core. Bestowed the gift of ice, he had developed a new, invigorated perspective of its beauty, complexity and strength. He never would doubt again the prowess and danger behind it, nor the power he had been trusted by the ruins to yield. He remained alone himself at times, drawing away from his brothers, hiding away from his love and children for hours at a time. He would breathe deeply, exhaling an icy, frosty breath, slowly refining and perfecting his ability to form and create ice with only a wistful thought. He was beginning to explore the depths of his new found power, eager to experience its worth and understand its boundaries.
He grew tired, though, and it withheld much of his strength from him. In the hours preceding his immense efforts, he was weak, weary and it was within these moments of solace that he would stand in the midst of an empty plain and soak in every fragment of ice and every misshapen rock that formed his kingdom. He admired its jagged edges and arctic sheen and allowed himself to sink into the lull of silence; allowed himself to rest.
Mere minutes had passed when he'd heard the call of another - a male, undoubtedly, and one that sounded unfamilar. With a furrowed brow, he stirred from the shadows and pressed forward to seek out the source. His muscles ached slightly, but still rolled beneath his dark pelt, which was littered with icy flakes that had clung to his numb skin. He trudged up along the hillside, his dark crimson eyes peering ahead, observing the figure that loomed above. With a bloody bronzed pelt, thick black wings and fiery, excited eyes, he was an intriguing sight - but not as unfamiliar as Offspring had previously assumed.
In fact, he could recall the young face from many months back - a lurker in the midst of their quiet home; a stalker of the shadows and a secret of the hills. He had remained as hidden away as he himself had for so long, yet was nonetheless a resident and was of no discomforting sight to Offspring. He moved closer to him, his massive stature settling in front of him as his eyes bored into him and then the animated mass of bones and skin at his side, manipulated by the unseen strings of its puppeteer.
With a faint smirk at the corner of his lips, he glanced again to Brison, his own stoic features breaking with amusement.
"It is good to see you come out of the shadows; I have waited. I am Offspring. What is your name?" His gaze dropped again, admiring his handywork, curious as to its source and of the profoundness of his power. "You've piqued my curiosity. How are you doing that?"
He savored the cold and had allowed it to seep deep into his bones, penetrating his flesh and immersing itself into his core. Bestowed the gift of ice, he had developed a new, invigorated perspective of its beauty, complexity and strength. He never would doubt again the prowess and danger behind it, nor the power he had been trusted by the ruins to yield. He remained alone himself at times, drawing away from his brothers, hiding away from his love and children for hours at a time. He would breathe deeply, exhaling an icy, frosty breath, slowly refining and perfecting his ability to form and create ice with only a wistful thought. He was beginning to explore the depths of his new found power, eager to experience its worth and understand its boundaries.
He grew tired, though, and it withheld much of his strength from him. In the hours preceding his immense efforts, he was weak, weary and it was within these moments of solace that he would stand in the midst of an empty plain and soak in every fragment of ice and every misshapen rock that formed his kingdom. He admired its jagged edges and arctic sheen and allowed himself to sink into the lull of silence; allowed himself to rest.
Mere minutes had passed when he'd heard the call of another - a male, undoubtedly, and one that sounded unfamilar. With a furrowed brow, he stirred from the shadows and pressed forward to seek out the source. His muscles ached slightly, but still rolled beneath his dark pelt, which was littered with icy flakes that had clung to his numb skin. He trudged up along the hillside, his dark crimson eyes peering ahead, observing the figure that loomed above. With a bloody bronzed pelt, thick black wings and fiery, excited eyes, he was an intriguing sight - but not as unfamiliar as Offspring had previously assumed.
In fact, he could recall the young face from many months back - a lurker in the midst of their quiet home; a stalker of the shadows and a secret of the hills. He had remained as hidden away as he himself had for so long, yet was nonetheless a resident and was of no discomforting sight to Offspring. He moved closer to him, his massive stature settling in front of him as his eyes bored into him and then the animated mass of bones and skin at his side, manipulated by the unseen strings of its puppeteer.
With a faint smirk at the corner of his lips, he glanced again to Brison, his own stoic features breaking with amusement.
"It is good to see you come out of the shadows; I have waited. I am Offspring. What is your name?" His gaze dropped again, admiring his handywork, curious as to its source and of the profoundness of his power. "You've piqued my curiosity. How are you doing that?"
the ice king of the tundra
OFFSPRING