The SNAKES start to SING

[Nier]

There comes a time in a man's life when he returns to the scene of his crime; or birth, it's the same sort of thing. Amnesia never wanted the stain upon earth that was Nier, she never wanted the demon spawn that lurked and wouldn't leave. But here he was, his silver body materialising and disappearing, over and over. Invisibilty never for old, same old party trick that was willing to scare off the masses that knew nought of Beqanna's Magic. It just so happened that he trod on that vein of magic, or well, his mother had. Nier was smooth, his alabaster pelt shimmering almost against the White meadow, his dark eyes narrowing, watching. He was born in this field, as was most of his siblings. He wondered him his mother still lurked in the background, like some broken ornament on the shelf no one wants but picks up all the time. He snorted. His dark wings ruffling lazily, lifting him up from the ground. His pace was lethargic, almost nonexistent, but he moved, or sauntered on the air, a few feet above the ground. His tail flicked idly by his hocks. He wondered often what returning would feel like. And right now, he felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. As cold and numb as his tendons in the snow, there was no compassion, no flicker of resentment or happiness, not even a slither of pride. But here he was, back to his roots. His leaves had fallen, he was older now, perhaps not as wise as he's hoped, but he was back, and Beqanna has better watch out. Nier was on the move, the demon slinking along, like some angel in disguise. Grey wings stretching out, ruffling on the cold breeze. What fun could the sloth demon have today? • tyrael x amnesia • wings, invisibility • alpha of gemstone ridge •

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