it's out of my hands; camrynn, any

[Tarnished]

We were young and wild and free,

fightin' in a love we couldn't leave.

They say home is where the heart is.

Luckily, his ‘home’ is full of red rock and enough sand to bury his heart hundreds of feet deep where it can never be found again. It hasn’t changed much since he left, except the sand is a little pinker than he remembers, and the smells—ah, there’s new smells. But Yael is still around, somewhere. And Else. Else, with her lover and her children and all of those bad memories he’s been trying so hard to run from. The Jungle was home, once. And the memories were there, too.

Maybe he should visit Else, he thinks. Settle their differences.

If she didn’t run away from him screaming first.

Tarnished grins, more lion than horse, it takes him but a second to finish the rest of the transition; electric blue, with silver markings on his face, silver on the tip of his ears, and a shiny shimmering silver mane and tuft of the tail to top it off. He rather likes the feel of the hot sand beneath his paws again, relishes in the feel of the sun bearing down on his back; things he’d hated as a child that had spent its whole life in The Jungle, he cannot help but enjoy as an adult that had seen how cold the rest of Beqanna could be.

Home is home, and home is where the heat is, he decides.

Sitting down at the edge of the easternmost border, Tarnished sucks in a deep breath and then let’s loose a loud roar that’s certain to carry on and catch someone’s attention. Although, be it far from him to know that Yael isn’t around much anymore and that he has already met one of the two Queens—albeit, in a squirrelier form.

tarnished

vanquish x nocturnal

Even on the way down, even on the way down.