08-30-2017, 06:16 PM
Diable Rouge
>He is a hurricane.
At least, that's how he feels...sometimes. Other times, he cannot tell what emotions are bubbling inside him, threatening to spill over like the volcano's boiling magma. They are packed down so deep in his chest that it's like they aren't there at all. He hasn't really given much thought to his sorrows in many moons...he has been far too busy. The child has taken most of his idle time and he tries to keep an ever-watchful eye on him. But sometimes, like now, he is alone - and that is when the hurricane arrives.
His soul feels ever-broken with the thought of his mother's death. It had happened so many years ago, but his mind still feels the burden of death resting upon his broad shoulders. He should've died that day...but god had another plan. What that plan entailed, he wasn't exactly sure...did that make him a failure? It surely felt as though it did.
A weight upon his breast, growing heavier with each passing day. Is this how his life would be? A canvas splattered with uncertainty and shame? A broken record, playing the same old haunting tune? He couldn't stand to feel this dread so dense in his bones any longer. He needed to be freed.
The sea came into his line of vision like an answered prayer. Although he strayed away from the shoreline, he liked to graze by its gray sand and listen to waves crash. The mountain behind him let off a thick, familiar steam, something he had grown to love during his stay in Tephra. He meandered down to the water, walking through the dark wet sand, ears flicking to the sounds around him. He wished to find some sort of meaning to his life...Kaiode was a beautiful being in his world, but for how long? Children grow and they leave...what would he do then? What did he do before? God, it was like he was losing his mother all over again.
The mare appears as a flame on the horizon. Diable Rouge doesn't notice her at first...his mind is entranced with dread. She is lost in her mind as he is lost in his. He wondered if he looked like this when his mind haunted him? She stared off into the sea longingly, looking as though she may dive into its depths and let it swallow her whole. The chaser is silent, not approaching her directly at first, just simply observing. He isn't sure if he should...would that be rude?
He moves slowly and carefully towards her, trying her best not to startle her. A gentle "hello" emerges from his lips, and he waits patiently for her replying, preparing for rejection - she seems content not to talk...so, if she does not want to, he will not continue this endeavor.
At least, that's how he feels...sometimes. Other times, he cannot tell what emotions are bubbling inside him, threatening to spill over like the volcano's boiling magma. They are packed down so deep in his chest that it's like they aren't there at all. He hasn't really given much thought to his sorrows in many moons...he has been far too busy. The child has taken most of his idle time and he tries to keep an ever-watchful eye on him. But sometimes, like now, he is alone - and that is when the hurricane arrives.
His soul feels ever-broken with the thought of his mother's death. It had happened so many years ago, but his mind still feels the burden of death resting upon his broad shoulders. He should've died that day...but god had another plan. What that plan entailed, he wasn't exactly sure...did that make him a failure? It surely felt as though it did.
A weight upon his breast, growing heavier with each passing day. Is this how his life would be? A canvas splattered with uncertainty and shame? A broken record, playing the same old haunting tune? He couldn't stand to feel this dread so dense in his bones any longer. He needed to be freed.
The sea came into his line of vision like an answered prayer. Although he strayed away from the shoreline, he liked to graze by its gray sand and listen to waves crash. The mountain behind him let off a thick, familiar steam, something he had grown to love during his stay in Tephra. He meandered down to the water, walking through the dark wet sand, ears flicking to the sounds around him. He wished to find some sort of meaning to his life...Kaiode was a beautiful being in his world, but for how long? Children grow and they leave...what would he do then? What did he do before? God, it was like he was losing his mother all over again.
The mare appears as a flame on the horizon. Diable Rouge doesn't notice her at first...his mind is entranced with dread. She is lost in her mind as he is lost in his. He wondered if he looked like this when his mind haunted him? She stared off into the sea longingly, looking as though she may dive into its depths and let it swallow her whole. The chaser is silent, not approaching her directly at first, just simply observing. He isn't sure if he should...would that be rude?
He moves slowly and carefully towards her, trying her best not to startle her. A gentle "hello" emerges from his lips, and he waits patiently for her replying, preparing for rejection - she seems content not to talk...so, if she does not want to, he will not continue this endeavor.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[Jah-Lilah] <3
@[Jah-Lilah] <3