09-07-2016, 08:01 PM
± swallow my doubt turn it inside out ±
Oblivion- is that where all the wretched things went to? Those ill fated would find their likes there as well and after all this time, it’s fair to count Killdare in that number.
The world had been both cruel and kind to the earthy bay stallion. He had lost and gained, often times twice or more before the prize or guilt had sunk in. Like family, the ones he had tried build, the ones he had lost and the one that was in the end above all- Malis. Wherever she was, wherever their children were he was here and he could not yet reach them. Sure, for a time he had committed atrocities, saw the world though the blood stained tint of glasses his father had fashioned for his mind. Perhaps that is why he had also suffered such equal hardship throughout his years, perhaps. Even now it seemed that he had not truly paid for his sins, the number outweighing the chance of ever paying that debt, but he paid- again and again. One step forward and two steps back, isn’t that how it goes?
Where or why he was is the question, somewhere both here and there and nowhere at all. The cataclysm that befell Beqanna was sudden and unexpected and the results and consequences were of equal measure. Had he known there would have been a chance for this prison he would have tried fight back, to push against the all consuming pressure that built up when the lands imploded, to make an effort for change, for escape. That was not the case, instead he was sucked in, or out, he wasn’t sure. Trapped and unable to make headway at the life he once knew, the life he knew was waiting for him surely. And the others, what would they think? Would they think he would abandon them all so easily? That he would cow in such a way as to leave them all for good, for certainty and without cause or care? No, no those thoughts were not his, yet they were. Whatever this place was pushed down on his soul, tricking his mind and playing games with reality and what was and wasn’t. He could not let it win.
Yet it won anyhow.
It was like being reborn when he finally fell to the earth, or, what was solid beneath him instead of a floating dark expanse of nothingness. Breath filled his lungs as though they had never met the bliss of oxygen, the world was bright, too bright and his glassy-green eyes burned at the sun’s rays. Killdare’s prior thoughts were missing, the internal struggle he had been having just moments before ceased and he stood there cringing in the meadow. Gone were the deepest of his recollections, fine tuned details that he had obtained over the years he had spent in the realm of Beqanna and all those before. Something tugged at him, faces, familiar faces in dark shadows in the corners of his mind. He knew the faces, each curve of their jaws, sharp spindles of black along the bridge of a nose, their eyes both dark and others viciously red. Whispered words from a dark winged man coaxing him into action, the roar of a beast rumbling inside the chest of a woman that never spoke out loud. They haunted his memories somehow, plagued his mind with things he should know with more certainty but he could not summon the deepness of their meanings.
For now he stood, gazing at his reflection in a pool of water as though he viewed a stranger. Scars littered his bay body, a bold clawing against his chest, jagged cuts to the side of his head by his right ear which was now nothing more than a tattered piece of skin.
The world had been both cruel and kind to the earthy bay stallion. He had lost and gained, often times twice or more before the prize or guilt had sunk in. Like family, the ones he had tried build, the ones he had lost and the one that was in the end above all- Malis. Wherever she was, wherever their children were he was here and he could not yet reach them. Sure, for a time he had committed atrocities, saw the world though the blood stained tint of glasses his father had fashioned for his mind. Perhaps that is why he had also suffered such equal hardship throughout his years, perhaps. Even now it seemed that he had not truly paid for his sins, the number outweighing the chance of ever paying that debt, but he paid- again and again. One step forward and two steps back, isn’t that how it goes?
Where or why he was is the question, somewhere both here and there and nowhere at all. The cataclysm that befell Beqanna was sudden and unexpected and the results and consequences were of equal measure. Had he known there would have been a chance for this prison he would have tried fight back, to push against the all consuming pressure that built up when the lands imploded, to make an effort for change, for escape. That was not the case, instead he was sucked in, or out, he wasn’t sure. Trapped and unable to make headway at the life he once knew, the life he knew was waiting for him surely. And the others, what would they think? Would they think he would abandon them all so easily? That he would cow in such a way as to leave them all for good, for certainty and without cause or care? No, no those thoughts were not his, yet they were. Whatever this place was pushed down on his soul, tricking his mind and playing games with reality and what was and wasn’t. He could not let it win.
Yet it won anyhow.
It was like being reborn when he finally fell to the earth, or, what was solid beneath him instead of a floating dark expanse of nothingness. Breath filled his lungs as though they had never met the bliss of oxygen, the world was bright, too bright and his glassy-green eyes burned at the sun’s rays. Killdare’s prior thoughts were missing, the internal struggle he had been having just moments before ceased and he stood there cringing in the meadow. Gone were the deepest of his recollections, fine tuned details that he had obtained over the years he had spent in the realm of Beqanna and all those before. Something tugged at him, faces, familiar faces in dark shadows in the corners of his mind. He knew the faces, each curve of their jaws, sharp spindles of black along the bridge of a nose, their eyes both dark and others viciously red. Whispered words from a dark winged man coaxing him into action, the roar of a beast rumbling inside the chest of a woman that never spoke out loud. They haunted his memories somehow, plagued his mind with things he should know with more certainty but he could not summon the deepness of their meanings.
For now he stood, gazing at his reflection in a pool of water as though he viewed a stranger. Scars littered his bay body, a bold clawing against his chest, jagged cuts to the side of his head by his right ear which was now nothing more than a tattered piece of skin.
KILLDARE
spin around to a beautiful oblivion
@[Malis] and any of his friends but im gonna post super slow just be warned xD