uh so it's been like eight months since I've done words.
pls excuse but I was itching to come back
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Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
It has been years since Michaelis has set foot within the boundaries of Beqanna. He had lingered long enough to watch his precious little shadow girls mature and then he was gone with the faint promise that he would return. With the Reckoning came a dramatic change to his homeland and a jarring disappearance of the shadows that he had grown so fond of – they had been much like his children even. The political ramifications did not affect him; he bore no loyalty to a particular kingdom and he never did truly identify with one. Michaelis had been born and raised by his parents in the meadow. It was a place where all walks of life were welcomed and relationships could be maintained across borders.
Michaelis’ loyalty has always been placed upon people regardless of their backgrounds. He was interested in their thoughts and ideas, their instincts, their actions and reactions, and their qualities. It was the people who made up Beqanna, not necessarily the landscapes. But once the shadow child found those he found to be worthy, he considered them much like a dragon would with its precious treasure hoard. They deserved his support, his attentions, his protection – he would do all he could so that they could shine as brilliantly as they were meant to be. Michaelis was a hoarder - while one might collect pretty trinkets or gather wildflowers, he preferred to gather the most interesting people beneath his magpie wings.
Since losing his shadow companions, it seemed almost as if time stood still for the blue roan. He had barely aged in his time away, and he associated it with Beqanna and her mysterious ways. He still felt oddly vulnerable and naked without the shadows enveloping him. His senses had been muffled – he found it disquieting, but it had been his natural state before his run-in with those horrifying fairies and their demonic backstabbing sheep. He hasn’t been able to adequately adjust his schedule either. His dayblindness had been debilitating and yet even though he could walk freely amongst the sunlight once more, he still found the cover of the night to be the most comforting.
He surveyed the field with nostalgic mismatched eyes. It was an hour before sunset, the dying rays dying the foliage deep russet reds and muted golds. He could see few others occupying the field, perhaps most had given up for the day and hoped to try again tomorrow. A home wasn’t perhaps a top priority to the shadow child. No, he craved reconnections and a sense of belonging once more. He needed community and ties – he needed a purpose.
He drank deeply of the small creek that ran behind some tall oaks to refresh himself from his long journey. He then settled in for the wait amongst the folds of deepening shadows from the overhead branches of the oaks nearby. He hoped someone came along soon to break him of his painful solace.
The shadow child was finally home.
Michaelis
( The Shadow Child )
pls excuse but I was itching to come back
<333
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
It has been years since Michaelis has set foot within the boundaries of Beqanna. He had lingered long enough to watch his precious little shadow girls mature and then he was gone with the faint promise that he would return. With the Reckoning came a dramatic change to his homeland and a jarring disappearance of the shadows that he had grown so fond of – they had been much like his children even. The political ramifications did not affect him; he bore no loyalty to a particular kingdom and he never did truly identify with one. Michaelis had been born and raised by his parents in the meadow. It was a place where all walks of life were welcomed and relationships could be maintained across borders.
Michaelis’ loyalty has always been placed upon people regardless of their backgrounds. He was interested in their thoughts and ideas, their instincts, their actions and reactions, and their qualities. It was the people who made up Beqanna, not necessarily the landscapes. But once the shadow child found those he found to be worthy, he considered them much like a dragon would with its precious treasure hoard. They deserved his support, his attentions, his protection – he would do all he could so that they could shine as brilliantly as they were meant to be. Michaelis was a hoarder - while one might collect pretty trinkets or gather wildflowers, he preferred to gather the most interesting people beneath his magpie wings.
Since losing his shadow companions, it seemed almost as if time stood still for the blue roan. He had barely aged in his time away, and he associated it with Beqanna and her mysterious ways. He still felt oddly vulnerable and naked without the shadows enveloping him. His senses had been muffled – he found it disquieting, but it had been his natural state before his run-in with those horrifying fairies and their demonic backstabbing sheep. He hasn’t been able to adequately adjust his schedule either. His dayblindness had been debilitating and yet even though he could walk freely amongst the sunlight once more, he still found the cover of the night to be the most comforting.
He surveyed the field with nostalgic mismatched eyes. It was an hour before sunset, the dying rays dying the foliage deep russet reds and muted golds. He could see few others occupying the field, perhaps most had given up for the day and hoped to try again tomorrow. A home wasn’t perhaps a top priority to the shadow child. No, he craved reconnections and a sense of belonging once more. He needed community and ties – he needed a purpose.
He drank deeply of the small creek that ran behind some tall oaks to refresh himself from his long journey. He then settled in for the wait amongst the folds of deepening shadows from the overhead branches of the oaks nearby. He hoped someone came along soon to break him of his painful solace.
The shadow child was finally home.
( The Shadow Child )