09-06-2016, 01:26 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
They gather quickly and Tiphon can feel a reassuring warmth pool across him and flood his veins. In the stirring of Beqanna he had hoped that no one was lost, that everyone survived. Although their numbers are still scant he is hopeful and casts his molten eyes across the meadow curiously.
When Ashley, a complete stranger, had approached Tiphon nodded to him and muttered a hello, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until more congregated and then he would address them all as is his nature. Having been king once is moot in comparison to his natural inclination to be their guardian, to be their beacon when the world is dark. It’s in his nature – in his blood – to be the sentinel and protect them until his dying breath.
His heart is pounding against his ribcage as he anxiously waits for the others, but he finds himself relieved by a brief distraction as Talulah reaches to his side and melts into him as she always has. His muzzle finds her and brushes her forelock from her face, his eyes closing as he again memorizes her. ”We royally pissed off the fairies and Beqanna somehow,” he mutters in agreement with Ashley but he doesn’t interrupt when he elaborates how their bodies have been purged of almost all magic. Tiphon feels weak but he doesn’t admit this to them; his entire being was magic and to have had it stripped away is far harder than simply losing a pair of wings or a horn. It’s as though he is only a shell of what he once was.
To hear Adalyn’s voice above the chaos is a reprieve. She yells for him and his head cranes up immediately to see her land and run toward him. A broad smile cracks the concern that had plastered his face as he shares in her excitement. ”I did, Adalyn! Very impressive,” it’s her joy that is already his beacon of hope. Here the world has shattered and his daughter runs with a smile and without a care to see what mayhem has swallowed Beqanna. ”It is so wonderful to see you again,” he had raised her as a child, embraced her in his wingspan those years ago, but time had pulled their intertwined threads apart. It never destroyed the love he had of her; Tiphon loves all his children.
But the family he’s surrounded by is still incomplete. Ramiel, Elysteria, Elaria, Jinn, Estela. Where are they? He blinks and peers across the heads of those gathered but doesn’t yet see them and so his attention flickers to Ea, Phaedrus, Vida, then back again to their once-Queen to answer her question. ”We survive,” he says to her mildly, ”There is no other option except to find others and find a new home. We need security.” They need hope, but certainly this familial tie they find themselves is enough to light their hearts. He glances to Vida then and smiles. ”Welcome to the family,” because that is exactly what they are and what she apparently needs, ”What’s your name? I’m Tiphon.”
When Ashley, a complete stranger, had approached Tiphon nodded to him and muttered a hello, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until more congregated and then he would address them all as is his nature. Having been king once is moot in comparison to his natural inclination to be their guardian, to be their beacon when the world is dark. It’s in his nature – in his blood – to be the sentinel and protect them until his dying breath.
His heart is pounding against his ribcage as he anxiously waits for the others, but he finds himself relieved by a brief distraction as Talulah reaches to his side and melts into him as she always has. His muzzle finds her and brushes her forelock from her face, his eyes closing as he again memorizes her. ”We royally pissed off the fairies and Beqanna somehow,” he mutters in agreement with Ashley but he doesn’t interrupt when he elaborates how their bodies have been purged of almost all magic. Tiphon feels weak but he doesn’t admit this to them; his entire being was magic and to have had it stripped away is far harder than simply losing a pair of wings or a horn. It’s as though he is only a shell of what he once was.
To hear Adalyn’s voice above the chaos is a reprieve. She yells for him and his head cranes up immediately to see her land and run toward him. A broad smile cracks the concern that had plastered his face as he shares in her excitement. ”I did, Adalyn! Very impressive,” it’s her joy that is already his beacon of hope. Here the world has shattered and his daughter runs with a smile and without a care to see what mayhem has swallowed Beqanna. ”It is so wonderful to see you again,” he had raised her as a child, embraced her in his wingspan those years ago, but time had pulled their intertwined threads apart. It never destroyed the love he had of her; Tiphon loves all his children.
But the family he’s surrounded by is still incomplete. Ramiel, Elysteria, Elaria, Jinn, Estela. Where are they? He blinks and peers across the heads of those gathered but doesn’t yet see them and so his attention flickers to Ea, Phaedrus, Vida, then back again to their once-Queen to answer her question. ”We survive,” he says to her mildly, ”There is no other option except to find others and find a new home. We need security.” They need hope, but certainly this familial tie they find themselves is enough to light their hearts. He glances to Vida then and smiles. ”Welcome to the family,” because that is exactly what they are and what she apparently needs, ”What’s your name? I’m Tiphon.”
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION
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