Now I gotta make a decision and I don't really know which option to choose. I'm a big wreck, did you not get the news?
Can't go to sleep unless I leave the lights on.
You don't know how many fuckin' demons I know.
You don't know how many fuckin' demons I know.
I am a mess. Don't you know?
No, I guess you wouldn't. You weren't around the day I fucked my life up royally. The day that the demon within tore me and my dreams apart. Then again, were they really my dreams? Or were they the dreams of my fathers?
If any of the past had taught him anything, there was a very good chance everything he had done had been because of the influence of the fathers who raised him. Though while there was regret and the drive to make things better, he knew it would take time. Change was never instantaneous and it took hard work when one was truly ready to form themselves into something new, something better...
Why was it so easy to fall into the darkness, yet so hard to crawl into the light?"
Also most importantly, with the removal of the demon had come this change. So what would happen were the demon to return? Would their voices return, would he be able to fight their influence? What about the anger? Would it wreak it's havoc through his mind once more? Would he be able to grow strong enough to fight their influence were they and the demon they brought with them to return?
For now only time would tell. In the meantime he would have to work to restructure his mind so that he is able to combat the influences were they to return and so far he thinks he is on the right track. His years of solitude and now the gentle spirit he calls family has kept his mind at ease. It's the thought of the young girl that makes him suddenly look up to see where he has wandered to, and it is then he notices he is standing in the forest. The trees are so very tall, and for years they had hidden him safely away from the ones who hated him.
Before the filly claimed him as family, these trees had been his own and how good a job they had done. For they kept him out of sight, out of mind, making the world wonder if he were ever going to return or even possibly dead. The latter probably would have been hoped by many, and for a time he had wished the same. But deep down he knew it was better this way. To return when the air in Beqanna was stable and not ripe with hate or war.
Maybe now. Just maybe... He could live in peace out in the open.
Peace is all he truly wants.
He doesn't want to be the monster he once was. Not anymore.
With a gentle sigh he looks up towards the tree's canopies, watching the summer sunlight dance gently through the leaves. He wonders where she is, the little one he had become a guardian of. Where she is playing... It's strange this, to have someone else to wonder or worry about. Forever he would be a part of her life, forever he would look after her. No matter what happened to him, he somehow knew he'd always be on her side whether it was the dark or the light that reigned over his heart and soul.
Slowly he looked back down and across the path that lay in front of him before suddenly turning and stepping off it, his long silver legs carrying him deeper into the trees in search of something, anything. An unknown face, an interesting conversation, a taste of wild berries even. Anything that would distract him from the constant turmoil within his own mind.
No, I guess you wouldn't. You weren't around the day I fucked my life up royally. The day that the demon within tore me and my dreams apart. Then again, were they really my dreams? Or were they the dreams of my fathers?
If any of the past had taught him anything, there was a very good chance everything he had done had been because of the influence of the fathers who raised him. Though while there was regret and the drive to make things better, he knew it would take time. Change was never instantaneous and it took hard work when one was truly ready to form themselves into something new, something better...
Why was it so easy to fall into the darkness, yet so hard to crawl into the light?"
Also most importantly, with the removal of the demon had come this change. So what would happen were the demon to return? Would their voices return, would he be able to fight their influence? What about the anger? Would it wreak it's havoc through his mind once more? Would he be able to grow strong enough to fight their influence were they and the demon they brought with them to return?
For now only time would tell. In the meantime he would have to work to restructure his mind so that he is able to combat the influences were they to return and so far he thinks he is on the right track. His years of solitude and now the gentle spirit he calls family has kept his mind at ease. It's the thought of the young girl that makes him suddenly look up to see where he has wandered to, and it is then he notices he is standing in the forest. The trees are so very tall, and for years they had hidden him safely away from the ones who hated him.
Before the filly claimed him as family, these trees had been his own and how good a job they had done. For they kept him out of sight, out of mind, making the world wonder if he were ever going to return or even possibly dead. The latter probably would have been hoped by many, and for a time he had wished the same. But deep down he knew it was better this way. To return when the air in Beqanna was stable and not ripe with hate or war.
Maybe now. Just maybe... He could live in peace out in the open.
Peace is all he truly wants.
He doesn't want to be the monster he once was. Not anymore.
With a gentle sigh he looks up towards the tree's canopies, watching the summer sunlight dance gently through the leaves. He wonders where she is, the little one he had become a guardian of. Where she is playing... It's strange this, to have someone else to wonder or worry about. Forever he would be a part of her life, forever he would look after her. No matter what happened to him, he somehow knew he'd always be on her side whether it was the dark or the light that reigned over his heart and soul.
Slowly he looked back down and across the path that lay in front of him before suddenly turning and stepping off it, his long silver legs carrying him deeper into the trees in search of something, anything. An unknown face, an interesting conversation, a taste of wild berries even. Anything that would distract him from the constant turmoil within his own mind.
TANNOR
demon morphing son of a bitch
@[Dovev] @[Toli]
:| Idek wat this is.
but here you go! lol
