look before you leap [elysium]

[Elysium]

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

  Time has shifted; changed. He has not settled into it, not yet. The days move swiftly and without precedence, and he finds his life slipping away before his very unusual, compound eyes. He cannot piece it all together before it is suddenly gone, washed away with the gentle breeze and bathed in the memories of blood, loss and destruction. He has lost himself in his own mind in the days, weeks, and months preceding the war, and he finds he cannot reclaim what was once his old soul. It has been discarded, left behind with the now decomposed, rotting corpse of a female he had never known the name of. He had murdered her in cold blood, with nothing but brutality behind his motive - fueled by a desire to protect his kingdom, which was now nothing and no longer his.

   Still, he felt a deep connection with it - a longing that he could not shake. He loathed the blasphemous sun and the way it beat down on his delicate wings, radiating warmth and heat that the shadows had so often protected him from. The bright sunlight of day often deterred him from socialization; and it was only within the dark spread of night that he ventured out from between spindly, looming trees, uncloaking himself from a blanket of literal invisibility. The lands had long since grown quiet - too quiet. Their King was nowhere to be seen and was often impossible to track down, and their numbers were growing fewer. He felt entirely alone here, even surrounded by the youthful adoration of his daughters (who had grown so much in such little time; he was hardly ready for their eager ventures away from home) and the gentle, albeit uncommon affection from his sweet Speck.

  Loneliness was a difficult thing to shoulder, and it weighed on him heavily. He longed for the dark, grasping branches and welcoming shadows of home, even if it meant abandoning his post and remaining only a resident. He had followed Demian to the very ends of the Earth; had promised to protect his eldest son - though very few knew aside from himself and Padma. They had harbored this deep secret, abandoned what was once theirs to protect it and now there was nothing to show for it. He had done his task, as far as he had seen it - in the end, it was Demian who had let him down. His old friend, may his fragmented pieces rest well wherever they lay, had asked him to do the impossible.

  Tannor was not to be tamed, and he certainly should not have been King.

  His mind remains stirring, brewing with idle thoughts of frustration as he peers out from the embrace of a few solitary trees in the midst of the field. He is again cloaked in his invisibility, a strength he was sure would soon fade away, as would his post, when he sees her in her glimmering glory. Though the sunlight is hardly bright today, it still peers unyielding from between the thick cloud cover overhead, illuminating her slender form as her scales sparkle beneath the light. She is the very definition of regal; the alabaster serpent mother of a King. She is seeking something - someone - and the way she lingers along the shadowed line of thick brush and foliage tells him it may be him she is searching for.

   Though they had shared few words in the past, there was an equal understanding between them - a shared trait of oddity; both unusual in their own way. Oddities with a very hefty secret shared between them.

  He uncloaks himself once more, stepping from beneath the shade of an old oak just as she begins to traipse by - he leans forward and gently nips at her flank with a smug smirk on his features; his compound eyes peering closely at her as his vision pieces together a bright, vivid image of beauty and grace. Her oddity was becoming, beautiful even - he knew that his own would never match hers. Alas, a chuckle rises from his throat as he watches her with unadulterated curiosity.

   "Looking for me?"

elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.

Not gonna lie; first paragraph is a copy from another post.
Trying to get back into his muse. <3 c: