Prologue
09-15-2015, 01:18 AM
Linkin Park - The Messenger
BIC:: And so, the man would watch the sunset on his first day back in Alacritis in peace. It seems like it had been ages sense he just sat down and watched the sun fall. Had he but known all that was building, all that had been happening, he might have quickened his pace, but it was of no matter now. He was finally here and that is what mattered. Had he but known that he had been a shadow haunting another's dreams, he would have stepped up his pace. The war had taken it's toll on the land. The shit that had gone down at the whim of the Lady In Red had taken it's toll. But that was all history now. The smoke cleared, it was time to rebuild. And he supposed that the first place to start was by putting a family back together. Surreal. He needed to find Surreal. That would be where he started. At least that was the notion in his head as dusk gave way to night.
But the stars and mother moon would have other plans for him, it would seem. A scent would role across his nose, followed by a voice. The voice and scent both familiar. Bringing his head down from the heavens, he would slowly turn his head to see the fluffy female before him. She seemed baffled by his presence. And he recalled her well. They'd met once before, and shared in each other's embrace once. In a private, romantic moment. She'd crossed his mind many times sense then. Perhaps it had been the same for her, and judging from her body language, it had been. She looked at him like he was some kind of dream. And perhaps that was fair. She had disappeared from the world, and so had he. They'd both had plenty to run from too. A smile would slowly spread his maw as he looked at her. They where both of them all grown up now.
And despite this, she was still as beautiful as the day he'd first seen her. How had she stayed unclaimed for all this time? Surly someone would have wanted to make her spoken for. With a casual dismissal of this line of thought, he tried to find what words to say to her. But it had been so long sense he had spoken. For so long now he'd been quiet. So he just looked at her from behind his scared snout before finally parting his maw and issuing one simple word. "Come." And with that he would raise himself to his paws and turn toward the Willows and set off at a run, not too fast. But he wanted her company and cared not for it in so open a place as this. It wasn't the place to refined his voice. Plus he just wanted to run through the grass with her, a simple notion. But such was the brute's way.
BIC:: And so, the man would watch the sunset on his first day back in Alacritis in peace. It seems like it had been ages sense he just sat down and watched the sun fall. Had he but known all that was building, all that had been happening, he might have quickened his pace, but it was of no matter now. He was finally here and that is what mattered. Had he but known that he had been a shadow haunting another's dreams, he would have stepped up his pace. The war had taken it's toll on the land. The shit that had gone down at the whim of the Lady In Red had taken it's toll. But that was all history now. The smoke cleared, it was time to rebuild. And he supposed that the first place to start was by putting a family back together. Surreal. He needed to find Surreal. That would be where he started. At least that was the notion in his head as dusk gave way to night.
But the stars and mother moon would have other plans for him, it would seem. A scent would role across his nose, followed by a voice. The voice and scent both familiar. Bringing his head down from the heavens, he would slowly turn his head to see the fluffy female before him. She seemed baffled by his presence. And he recalled her well. They'd met once before, and shared in each other's embrace once. In a private, romantic moment. She'd crossed his mind many times sense then. Perhaps it had been the same for her, and judging from her body language, it had been. She looked at him like he was some kind of dream. And perhaps that was fair. She had disappeared from the world, and so had he. They'd both had plenty to run from too. A smile would slowly spread his maw as he looked at her. They where both of them all grown up now.
And despite this, she was still as beautiful as the day he'd first seen her. How had she stayed unclaimed for all this time? Surly someone would have wanted to make her spoken for. With a casual dismissal of this line of thought, he tried to find what words to say to her. But it had been so long sense he had spoken. For so long now he'd been quiet. So he just looked at her from behind his scared snout before finally parting his maw and issuing one simple word. "Come." And with that he would raise himself to his paws and turn toward the Willows and set off at a run, not too fast. But he wanted her company and cared not for it in so open a place as this. It wasn't the place to refined his voice. Plus he just wanted to run through the grass with her, a simple notion. But such was the brute's way.