05-22-2017, 06:45 PM
He passed through the rays of light with steady steps, each one flaring the pale of his coat to a startling white before dipping it back into shadow again. He once loved this forest. A home away from home. Now just haunting memories. The loss of a son that was never his, his wolf pup. Of his blood being spilled, his limbs being ripped from his body. His heart having dealt a great blow. All here in these trees that once comforted him, put him at ease like nothing else could.
Now he hated this forest.
Hated walking through it.
No, not the forest. Just the memories.
The wild winter around him gusted even colder in answer to his bitter emotions, surrounding him like his own personal rain cloud. Or blizzard. Each step he took shattered another layer of ice as his magic froze the ground before him, only to melt away again into the damp soil of a sunny Spring once he got far enough away.
It hadn't always been this way. It used to be properly contained within him as most magics were. Too much tension, too much stress. Too much heartache. He'd taken a beating of the worst kind and couldn't seem to control his Winter anymore. Couldn't seem to care enough to keep trying to. So it swirled freely around him, steaming the heat of his breath into little clouds, shooting out errant little flakes of snow on occasion like the sparks of a firework. It wouldn't always be this way. He'd be back to normal again. Eventually.
When he gave a damn.
He came to pause at a place that, to anyone else, would be like any other in these woods. But it meant something different to him. It was the last time he'd seen.. a friend maybe. Hawke. Probably off on yet another adventure, the wild thing. It didn't matter though, he hadn't come in search of her, only the memory. To soak in the last one in this forest that might have been good in someway. Until it had ended in disaster. But the beginning, at least, had been a brief moment of good. So brief.
Expressionless, he stared down at the earth, at the place he'd come crashing through that night to collapse in exhaustion, only to wake to the sound of her voice. For such a short time, he'd put away for a while the turbulent reasons he'd been racing like a madman through the forest.
He barked a quiet, bitter chuckle to himself.
Even that good memory was riddled with bad.
Now he hated this forest.
Hated walking through it.
No, not the forest. Just the memories.
The wild winter around him gusted even colder in answer to his bitter emotions, surrounding him like his own personal rain cloud. Or blizzard. Each step he took shattered another layer of ice as his magic froze the ground before him, only to melt away again into the damp soil of a sunny Spring once he got far enough away.
It hadn't always been this way. It used to be properly contained within him as most magics were. Too much tension, too much stress. Too much heartache. He'd taken a beating of the worst kind and couldn't seem to control his Winter anymore. Couldn't seem to care enough to keep trying to. So it swirled freely around him, steaming the heat of his breath into little clouds, shooting out errant little flakes of snow on occasion like the sparks of a firework. It wouldn't always be this way. He'd be back to normal again. Eventually.
When he gave a damn.
He came to pause at a place that, to anyone else, would be like any other in these woods. But it meant something different to him. It was the last time he'd seen.. a friend maybe. Hawke. Probably off on yet another adventure, the wild thing. It didn't matter though, he hadn't come in search of her, only the memory. To soak in the last one in this forest that might have been good in someway. Until it had ended in disaster. But the beginning, at least, had been a brief moment of good. So brief.
Expressionless, he stared down at the earth, at the place he'd come crashing through that night to collapse in exhaustion, only to wake to the sound of her voice. For such a short time, he'd put away for a while the turbulent reasons he'd been racing like a madman through the forest.
He barked a quiet, bitter chuckle to himself.
Even that good memory was riddled with bad.
