09-19-2016, 05:13 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
His world was new to him, the pain and suffering of yesterday had vanished. Today was unique and he would do with it what he pleased. Despite this carefree attitude, he was a site to behold. His black pelt was covered in grime, his thick locks were matted and encrusted with mud. And since there was no water for the monster to observe himself in, he was blissfully unaware of his appearance. He had his power back (some of it), so he felt much lighter and less constrained.
The starkness and desolation around him did not phase him. It was neither a blessing nor a curse - it was theirs. They had raised up their voices to their god and he had given them this place. It belonged to them as they did to it. He was thirsty, to be sure, and his eyes stung from the howling sands but the pain was nothing compared to the hum of the magic that he shared with the land. He knew at some point they would become whole. Together they would rise from these ashes.
He had noticed her, of course. The girl had been on the mountain with him and his god during his greatest moment. She had been in the group that had come to call the wasteland home. For this, he feels as if they are family. Or maybe family isn’t the right word… he has never been one for such connections. Perhaps this was just the association that came with believing in the same things (the thought that she might not believe in this land as he does, does not cross his mind).
And so he decides to end her little game of follow the leader one day, and he turns around and looks straight at her. She is some distance away, but he knows she is there. She is small and young, but nothing about her excites him, for he has grown accustomed to her presence. He attempts to call out to her, but the dryness of his mouth prohibits any sounds from being created. He calls on his power (for the first time since having them restored) to bring some relief to his parched vocal chords. The magic works with ease, but just as quickly a dull throb forms in his throat and he has to cough to keep from choking on the water that now trickles from his mouth. He feels as though he has just avoided drowning.
He shakes his head and coughs up the rest of the water (which is absorbed greedily into the barren soil below). It must just be some kinks working themselves out since it has been so long since he has used his power. Gathering himself, he returns his gaze to the girl and calls out to her. Time to stop hiding.
I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N
@[Igni]