thereisahouse [shatter, zale, tejas]

[Drengr]

dig up the bones but leave the soul alone

Never. Deep down Drengr knew this would be the answer. Deep down he knew that his mother would never return for him. It wasn't a mistake, ending up in this field. It was no more a mistake than his birth or his conception. Drengr knew with surprising reality that she would never return for him, and that he'd soon forget what she looked like. A blur of wings and black and furrowed brow. The childish boy that he was - he clung to hope. It was extinguished quickly by the gathering hoard of horses. A new stallion approaches and confirms any suspicion he has. Despite knowing these words Drengr cannot stop the slow, steady leaking of tears from his eyes. He cannot quite close the hole in his chest that threatens to swallow him whole. "My name means warrior," he offers, his voice choked but stronger than before. He is using all of his child-like reserve to pull himself together. But how much strength does a child truly have? What is offered to him, and Drengr is offered very little. "I need...I need a home," he says. "I need a home, then." Again, this time stronger, with more promise. "Where should I go?" His gaze, still leaking those tears in their slow, steady procession, hop from one horse to the other.

drengr

homeless winged child of baltimore and terror