07-05-2017, 09:00 PM
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.
There were certainly parallels to be drawn between the two – the magpie and the dark raven. Michaelis wanted to collect the interesting, which usually meant that they were accompanied with some form of power – abilities, personalities, ideologies. But their initial collecting habits were perhaps all that were shared among the two. The shadow child did not care for immediate power. He enjoyed the process, the polishing of rough and dull gemstones into the most glittering of diamonds. He put his blood and his sweat and his tears into them until they could stand on their own, and he could simply bask in their shadows, content to sit back, observe, support, and polish every so often if needed.
Michaelis was a creator – not a destroyer.
He could hear another approach and mismatched eyes met red ones. For a second, his heart gladdened with thoughts of Offspring. But he blinked, and the dark stallion of his mind turned into a real-life ghostly stallion with billowing wings drawn tightly to his sides. A stranger then, a confident one at that. Michaelis welcomed strangers, and he would certainly hear what this one had to say before making his judgments. He chuckles quietly to himself from the comment about the forest. After the Reckoning, the shadow child lived solely in the forest, taking comfort from its shadowy depths and raising his twins there.
"I’m Michaelis."
Before Michaelis can answer the other’s bold statement, the two are interrupted by another’s cutting words. This time a lady graced them with her presence, but the shadow child knew that she would be more likely to shred you with her claws than to rub up against you and purr. This was a self-assured woman who could wield her weapon, whether it was her words or her body, with both precision and grace. A combination that Michaelis would find intoxicating.
He took no offense from her derisive words. It would take more than that to rattle the shadow child. Instead, he was much more interested in the backstory to instill such obvious resentment. Hatred that was enough to prompt her to try and shield him from the ghost stallion before them. Michaelis could appreciate another’s opinion. It was always advantageous to have as much information as possible before making a final decision.
“Bad blood?”
( The Shadow Child )