we try to sound like someone else.
Adalind had been an interesting mother. She had created children with powerful men in search of producing heirs to thrones. Raising Demian had been a difference in her power hungry goals and the two had been close until the day Demian found himself leaving the Tundra. For years he had wandered through Beqanna, until finding himself living amongst the shadows of the valley without much purpose other than to be a simple observer.
Then the silence came. It had swept through the valley, covering every inch until the farthest corners were reached and then he had realized what was happening. He was the only one left standing. The rest had filtered out past the borders, without intentions of returning. Eight had all but disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Which almost seemed like a hysterical definition considering how the magic king always liked to make interesting impressions. A little bippity boppity boo seemed to be his style every now and then. In a puff a smoke he'd be gone and then in another he'd return, glad to grace a few with his presence before disappearing once more.
The silence was what had him convinced that he had chosen to make his way out of the stasis he chose so willingly to enter into. For so long he had enjoyed the peaceful solitude that wandering around in the deep corners of the valley had brought him. But now it was time to emerge from his little cocoon so to speak and this was most likely what made him realize he was standing in the meadows once more.
Somehow in during his typical thought process he had wound up here, drawn like a little moth to a light on the stoop in the middle of night. Like it would bounce against the light, he found himself bouncing inbetween the trees popping his head around their wide trunks in order to look for others before continuing forward for there was no way in hell he was ready to talk to anyone yet. It was seriously just way too early in the day for such nonsense.
Then again, wasn't it always? Did it really have to be morning for it to be too early to open up for conversation? Couldn't it be too early in the evening as well? Maybe that was just relatable to his social anxiety. To the pure need he felt to avoid conversation with others at all costs due to the the lack of socialization these past years. Regardless, he knew that at least once a day he would be forced to, or even force himself to communicate with someone other than himself.
It took only a few moments for him to run across the mare leaning against the tall oak and coming to a sudden halt he snorted roughly coming to a standstill. Standing tall he straightened his body, head held alert, ears pricked forward and wings tucked neatly as his sides. The surprise at her sudden appearance in his path was quite apparent. "Hell-ooooo," he said, allowing the word to be drawn out as he watched her curiously. "What are you doing just randomly standing around. Don't you realize that shit can freak someone the hell out?" More specifically someone like Demian, because seriously... The dude doesn't truly always pay as much as attention as one would think.
D E M I A N ( carnage x adalind )
Then the silence came. It had swept through the valley, covering every inch until the farthest corners were reached and then he had realized what was happening. He was the only one left standing. The rest had filtered out past the borders, without intentions of returning. Eight had all but disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Which almost seemed like a hysterical definition considering how the magic king always liked to make interesting impressions. A little bippity boppity boo seemed to be his style every now and then. In a puff a smoke he'd be gone and then in another he'd return, glad to grace a few with his presence before disappearing once more.
The silence was what had him convinced that he had chosen to make his way out of the stasis he chose so willingly to enter into. For so long he had enjoyed the peaceful solitude that wandering around in the deep corners of the valley had brought him. But now it was time to emerge from his little cocoon so to speak and this was most likely what made him realize he was standing in the meadows once more.
Somehow in during his typical thought process he had wound up here, drawn like a little moth to a light on the stoop in the middle of night. Like it would bounce against the light, he found himself bouncing inbetween the trees popping his head around their wide trunks in order to look for others before continuing forward for there was no way in hell he was ready to talk to anyone yet. It was seriously just way too early in the day for such nonsense.
Then again, wasn't it always? Did it really have to be morning for it to be too early to open up for conversation? Couldn't it be too early in the evening as well? Maybe that was just relatable to his social anxiety. To the pure need he felt to avoid conversation with others at all costs due to the the lack of socialization these past years. Regardless, he knew that at least once a day he would be forced to, or even force himself to communicate with someone other than himself.
It took only a few moments for him to run across the mare leaning against the tall oak and coming to a sudden halt he snorted roughly coming to a standstill. Standing tall he straightened his body, head held alert, ears pricked forward and wings tucked neatly as his sides. The surprise at her sudden appearance in his path was quite apparent. "Hell-ooooo," he said, allowing the word to be drawn out as he watched her curiously. "What are you doing just randomly standing around. Don't you realize that shit can freak someone the hell out?" More specifically someone like Demian, because seriously... The dude doesn't truly always pay as much as attention as one would think.
ooooookayy? lmfao.