04-04-2017, 07:08 PM
Now I gotta make a decision and I don't really know which option to choose. I'm a big wreck, did you not get the news?
Can't go to sleep unless I leave the lights on.
You don't know how many fuckin' demons I know.
You don't know how many fuckin' demons I know.
It's beautiful here. With the wide open plains and their golden grasses it almost reminds him of the first place he had truly called home. It's strange to him how coming here had felt almost perfect. For it was genuinely a place that was peaceful and out of the way of the rest of Beqanna. It was exactly what he had been searching, well no, waiting for. It was most definitely a place that was worth calling home, at least for now. For he couldn't guarantee his staying here for eternity. Always did the ways of life change and lead you in different directions...
But for now that doesn't matter. What matters is this is home. This is the place to be. To grow. To improve. It is who he needs to become that encourages this place as something most perfect. It is to his future self that sees it as a gem laying away in secret within all the rough edges. Sunday would be a perfect ruler. Her plans for this place were ideal, especially for those like him who just wanted something that was peaceful, where they didn't have to deal with politics or specific ranking systems. At least not for now.
It's the sudden caws of the birds overhead that pull him out of his rambling and repetitive thoughts. Slowly he looks up, his dark black eyes following the movements of birds wings as they drifted lazily in large circles. He wonders what it's like, to be a bird. Not a care in the world as they drift happily through the skies and bright puffy clouds. Is it possible that they try to live their lives the same way as the rest of them? And if they do, how do they still live so happy and carefree even with all the disappointment and pain? Is it possible they would one day come down and tell them to secrets to how to live at peace and happy for eternity?
Probably not. For nothing is ever that simple. If it were, they all would have figured it out a long time ago. In the bird's songs they would have heard the secrets and used them to their advantages. Then eventually a perfect life would have become boring for some or many and in response the trouble would begin, the revolutions, the mutinies, the wars. Because if history has taught us anything this is how it goes. Every. Single. Time. Nowhere was safe. Not forever. Which is why the slightest bit of worry sits in the back of his mind, waiting to claw it's way into the light so that it could push him back into the dark corners of the forest were it was quiet and safe from the many.
Slowly he looks down, back out across the plains, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment until the sun spots floating in his line of sight disappear. Opening his eyes he blinks once more before catching sight of her in the distance. Her bright lavender color sticks out easily amongst the plainz golden grasses. For a moment he watches her, unsure of whether or not approaching her one-on-one was something he was ready for as conversation had never been his strong suit. In a group he could hide behind the others, allowing them to speak, but when it was just him and another he was forced to be a constant participant.
Though before he knows it he is headed towards her, almost unwillingly. It is as though his body has decided for him, ignoring his thoughts of hesitation. The golden grasses tickle the sides of his legs and his underbelly as he strolls over the open plainz and when he finally reaches her he nods quietly, his shoulders rolling in a slight shrug. "Hey," it's most certainly not the best way to start, but he's trying.
But for now that doesn't matter. What matters is this is home. This is the place to be. To grow. To improve. It is who he needs to become that encourages this place as something most perfect. It is to his future self that sees it as a gem laying away in secret within all the rough edges. Sunday would be a perfect ruler. Her plans for this place were ideal, especially for those like him who just wanted something that was peaceful, where they didn't have to deal with politics or specific ranking systems. At least not for now.
It's the sudden caws of the birds overhead that pull him out of his rambling and repetitive thoughts. Slowly he looks up, his dark black eyes following the movements of birds wings as they drifted lazily in large circles. He wonders what it's like, to be a bird. Not a care in the world as they drift happily through the skies and bright puffy clouds. Is it possible that they try to live their lives the same way as the rest of them? And if they do, how do they still live so happy and carefree even with all the disappointment and pain? Is it possible they would one day come down and tell them to secrets to how to live at peace and happy for eternity?
Probably not. For nothing is ever that simple. If it were, they all would have figured it out a long time ago. In the bird's songs they would have heard the secrets and used them to their advantages. Then eventually a perfect life would have become boring for some or many and in response the trouble would begin, the revolutions, the mutinies, the wars. Because if history has taught us anything this is how it goes. Every. Single. Time. Nowhere was safe. Not forever. Which is why the slightest bit of worry sits in the back of his mind, waiting to claw it's way into the light so that it could push him back into the dark corners of the forest were it was quiet and safe from the many.
Slowly he looks down, back out across the plains, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment until the sun spots floating in his line of sight disappear. Opening his eyes he blinks once more before catching sight of her in the distance. Her bright lavender color sticks out easily amongst the plainz golden grasses. For a moment he watches her, unsure of whether or not approaching her one-on-one was something he was ready for as conversation had never been his strong suit. In a group he could hide behind the others, allowing them to speak, but when it was just him and another he was forced to be a constant participant.
Though before he knows it he is headed towards her, almost unwillingly. It is as though his body has decided for him, ignoring his thoughts of hesitation. The golden grasses tickle the sides of his legs and his underbelly as he strolls over the open plainz and when he finally reaches her he nods quietly, his shoulders rolling in a slight shrug. "Hey," it's most certainly not the best way to start, but he's trying.
TANNOR
demon morphing son of a bitch
ooc: three tv shows in one large room, plus 5 dogs and 2 cats is why this post is the way it is and i'm sorry ,_,
@[Berber]