02-08-2018, 04:51 PM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
It has been almost a year since my departure from this place. I am standing in a thicket, lost to the world, remembering who I used to be - the no one I used to be, hidden by the river's forest, by the shadows that claim those who wish only for solitude. Here, or near here, I resided at that time: mourning the supposed loss of a father, directionless, skinny, without hope or ambition. I can feel my skin clutch more tightly to my bones at the thought, reminiscent, traitorous to the progress I have made to better myself.
Shiver.
Things have changed, since then. I met her, my companion, who I have lost to my father (though how happy I am to lose them to each other, for they are good to one another, soothing themselves into contentedness). And then, from her loins, a brother born: half, but more fully alike to me than any I have yet to me. A creature of arcane darkness, with a masterful control of living shadow: my brother, my apprentice. It is the thought of him that rouses me from my stupor.
With carefully placed hooves, I maneuver my way out of the thicket and towards the river, intending to drink from its cool depths before returning home to Hyaline, to my family. The cover of night is thick, pregnant with the occult, though as I cast my eyes skyward, I glimpse the bright twinkling of stars. Their presence reassures me, calms the sensation growing inside of me that I am spiraling towards something far darker than intended for one such as I. Despite being associated with that which blinds us, I seek also the light: the good: the benevolent.
A diseased, dry branch of elm snaps beneath my hoof as I lower my head to drink, having arrived at the river's edge. My own head snaps up in surprise at the sound, but there is more than that: squinting and scanning both up river and down, I flare my nostrils, every sense begging of me to realize that I am not alone. Just as when I discovered Insignificance, I have found myself unknowingly in the presence of another: except this time, the other is far better disguised.
"Reveal yourself," I say, low and cautious. My eyes have settled on a patch of darkness far denser than that around it, from wherein an equine scent drifts towards me. I walk along the bank, slow and watchful, my heart rate quickening both in excitement and fear. I cannot help myself - the part of me that reigns at night, the dreamer - she begs to know what hides in the shadows, and the self that wants to run and hide - she is easily shut up.
Shiver.
Things have changed, since then. I met her, my companion, who I have lost to my father (though how happy I am to lose them to each other, for they are good to one another, soothing themselves into contentedness). And then, from her loins, a brother born: half, but more fully alike to me than any I have yet to me. A creature of arcane darkness, with a masterful control of living shadow: my brother, my apprentice. It is the thought of him that rouses me from my stupor.
With carefully placed hooves, I maneuver my way out of the thicket and towards the river, intending to drink from its cool depths before returning home to Hyaline, to my family. The cover of night is thick, pregnant with the occult, though as I cast my eyes skyward, I glimpse the bright twinkling of stars. Their presence reassures me, calms the sensation growing inside of me that I am spiraling towards something far darker than intended for one such as I. Despite being associated with that which blinds us, I seek also the light: the good: the benevolent.
A diseased, dry branch of elm snaps beneath my hoof as I lower my head to drink, having arrived at the river's edge. My own head snaps up in surprise at the sound, but there is more than that: squinting and scanning both up river and down, I flare my nostrils, every sense begging of me to realize that I am not alone. Just as when I discovered Insignificance, I have found myself unknowingly in the presence of another: except this time, the other is far better disguised.
"Reveal yourself," I say, low and cautious. My eyes have settled on a patch of darkness far denser than that around it, from wherein an equine scent drifts towards me. I walk along the bank, slow and watchful, my heart rate quickening both in excitement and fear. I cannot help myself - the part of me that reigns at night, the dreamer - she begs to know what hides in the shadows, and the self that wants to run and hide - she is easily shut up.
Kagerus
sweet nothing
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