we try to sound like someone else.
Mornings were always what seemed to catch Demian offguard. The wanderings were growing longer and he found himself constantly traveling from the valley to the field in search of recruits worthy of the dark kingdom. The silence had grown too thick within the borders of the forest and if one sat still for too long it was as though the mind would begin playing tricks.
Ghosts haunted the kingdom and as the days lagged on they would brush their soft tendrils against even the most aware of travelers, causing their paranoia to grow in such a way that they found themselves moving faster, desperate to cross out of the kingdom and into 'safety'. Though that is exactly what silence did wasn't it? Pique your senses to their absolute heights, rise the stress levels to unknown lengths.
But Demian, having been a loner for so long, a wandering travel so to speak... Had grown accustomed to the silence and the secrets it held. He had began to see those secrets as stories untold and when he had first noticed it all, he had begun to follow it. Learning, growing, holding onto feelings it created within him. Until the morning came and the silence made him realize that even it was lonely without the life and voices that should be held inbetween the cracks.
Gray wings, tipped black beat softly against the sky as he glided through the winds, slowly circling the field in search of a typical lonesome personality like himself and it took only moments before he noticed the girl stepping out from the trees and into the morning light. The sun seemed to glare off of her for a moment and with it, he turned his head. Shiny things always seemed to push him back.
He was never interested in the beautiful or shiny. It was the imperfect and different that caught his eye. That drew him in like a moth to the flame. So again he circles, choosing to watch her for a few moments more until finally he notices the differences. She wasn't weak, in search of care and protection. She wasn't flighty and distrustful.
She was wild, careful, attentive and while she walked amongst the golden grasses he could tell the potential in her was more than enough for a place like the forested kingdom. He knew to bring someone like this home would please the valley, and he knew that even Nish may be fond of the difference in her. Somehow they both seemed to be on the same page about possibly too many things.
And with that thought he found himself swooping down, coming down for a soft landing behind and off to the side of the mare, soft steps almost silent due to years of practice as he trotted up next to her. His jaguar spots gleamed in the shadows of his wings until finally he pulled them to his sides, tucking them gently into place.
Minutes passed as he allowed himself to walk alongside the smaller horse before glancing over at her and huffing slightly, "Demian," he stated gruffly in a simple introduction. Again, he was never good at introductions. So far he had only found it easy to introduce himself to one other In the passing year. The social awkwardness was brought on by lack of communication with others due to self chosen isolation.
Sometimes he found he could force himself to do better, but he always cared to live more by authenticity than falsehoods. For who could trust a liar or one who put themselves off as something they were not. It was better in his own mind to be himself, that if anyone didn't like it, we'll then they could suck on his big toe. That's if he had one anyway.
Coming to a stop he smirked slightly, "Sorry, but all this walking is a little ridiculous so early in the morning wouldn't you say?" Chuckling slightly he rolled his shoulders before tilting his head a bit as he watched her with a look of humor dancing across his graying features.
What do you know. Our graying man thinks he's funny. Who knew.
D E M I A N ( carnage x adalind )
Ghosts haunted the kingdom and as the days lagged on they would brush their soft tendrils against even the most aware of travelers, causing their paranoia to grow in such a way that they found themselves moving faster, desperate to cross out of the kingdom and into 'safety'. Though that is exactly what silence did wasn't it? Pique your senses to their absolute heights, rise the stress levels to unknown lengths.
But Demian, having been a loner for so long, a wandering travel so to speak... Had grown accustomed to the silence and the secrets it held. He had began to see those secrets as stories untold and when he had first noticed it all, he had begun to follow it. Learning, growing, holding onto feelings it created within him. Until the morning came and the silence made him realize that even it was lonely without the life and voices that should be held inbetween the cracks.
Gray wings, tipped black beat softly against the sky as he glided through the winds, slowly circling the field in search of a typical lonesome personality like himself and it took only moments before he noticed the girl stepping out from the trees and into the morning light. The sun seemed to glare off of her for a moment and with it, he turned his head. Shiny things always seemed to push him back.
He was never interested in the beautiful or shiny. It was the imperfect and different that caught his eye. That drew him in like a moth to the flame. So again he circles, choosing to watch her for a few moments more until finally he notices the differences. She wasn't weak, in search of care and protection. She wasn't flighty and distrustful.
She was wild, careful, attentive and while she walked amongst the golden grasses he could tell the potential in her was more than enough for a place like the forested kingdom. He knew to bring someone like this home would please the valley, and he knew that even Nish may be fond of the difference in her. Somehow they both seemed to be on the same page about possibly too many things.
And with that thought he found himself swooping down, coming down for a soft landing behind and off to the side of the mare, soft steps almost silent due to years of practice as he trotted up next to her. His jaguar spots gleamed in the shadows of his wings until finally he pulled them to his sides, tucking them gently into place.
Minutes passed as he allowed himself to walk alongside the smaller horse before glancing over at her and huffing slightly, "Demian," he stated gruffly in a simple introduction. Again, he was never good at introductions. So far he had only found it easy to introduce himself to one other In the passing year. The social awkwardness was brought on by lack of communication with others due to self chosen isolation.
Sometimes he found he could force himself to do better, but he always cared to live more by authenticity than falsehoods. For who could trust a liar or one who put themselves off as something they were not. It was better in his own mind to be himself, that if anyone didn't like it, we'll then they could suck on his big toe. That's if he had one anyway.
Coming to a stop he smirked slightly, "Sorry, but all this walking is a little ridiculous so early in the morning wouldn't you say?" Chuckling slightly he rolled his shoulders before tilting his head a bit as he watched her with a look of humor dancing across his graying features.
What do you know. Our graying man thinks he's funny. Who knew.
ooc: i have no idea what's going on here, so i apologize :| this was word vomit at 3am xD