06-24-2020, 06:34 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
His father speaks often of having a purpose in life, but Yadigar has always wondered what his is. Would the rest of his days be spent as the doormat for others, the punching bag for their bad days? There remains a flickering hope for something better in his heart but it gets harder to imagine any other future each day. Still, there is at least a sense of duty that remains steadfast within him. Yadigar knows he can be the shield that withstands the storm of his father’s fury if he only holds on a little longer.
One day, the mountain will hear his plea and find him worthy of becoming that shield. But this is not that day. His defeat is evident in the way he hangs his head and keeps his wings tucked tight to his back. It would be faster to simply fly home, of course, but he prefers to take a detour through the forests today on foot. The longer he keeps away from the Cove and Pangea, the better.
He lifts his head just in time to see the blur of her illusions breathing into life behind her. Yadigar’s remaining eye is blind but he blinks it out of habit, trying to be sure his sight does not fool him. The false image of her mother is a thin veil of red warmth that he is not accustomed to seeing, the shadow of the real thing. His head tilts this way and that as he regards them both. One seems entirely solid but he is intrigued by her just the same.
Slowly, he creeps forward on quiet talons. His spiked tail curls upwards to display his curious disposition. Yet, he keeps his face tilted to the left to hide that disfigurement from her view. Yadigar clears his throat in an effort to announce his presence gently.
“Are you.. Are you real?” he asks as he looks between the two of them. His voice is quiet and thin, not at all befitting a towering monster of scales and teeth. But he keeps his distance in case he frightens her. He had sight just long enough to know how ugly he seems.
One day, the mountain will hear his plea and find him worthy of becoming that shield. But this is not that day. His defeat is evident in the way he hangs his head and keeps his wings tucked tight to his back. It would be faster to simply fly home, of course, but he prefers to take a detour through the forests today on foot. The longer he keeps away from the Cove and Pangea, the better.
He lifts his head just in time to see the blur of her illusions breathing into life behind her. Yadigar’s remaining eye is blind but he blinks it out of habit, trying to be sure his sight does not fool him. The false image of her mother is a thin veil of red warmth that he is not accustomed to seeing, the shadow of the real thing. His head tilts this way and that as he regards them both. One seems entirely solid but he is intrigued by her just the same.
Slowly, he creeps forward on quiet talons. His spiked tail curls upwards to display his curious disposition. Yet, he keeps his face tilted to the left to hide that disfigurement from her view. Yadigar clears his throat in an effort to announce his presence gently.
“Are you.. Are you real?” he asks as he looks between the two of them. His voice is quiet and thin, not at all befitting a towering monster of scales and teeth. But he keeps his distance in case he frightens her. He had sight just long enough to know how ugly he seems.