Lonely Road
10-18-2015, 02:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-18-2015, 02:59 PM by Hiraeth.)
His nose brushed at a few wilting wildflowers; autumn was coming and it was trading the pastel colors of spring for a few fiery colors of its own. Hiraeth never used to like autumn, because it seemed like nature was slowly dying. It seemed melancholy at the time, but nowadays, it rather suited him. Hiraeth sighed and pulled away from the dull flowers, settling on his haunches and looked out from the cliff he was seated upon. This new land really was beautiful, but it still held nothing personal for him. He didn't have family here. He hardly had friends. He was like a ghost, drifting through and touching nothing. It was no way to live, and something would need to change soon, or else he would wilt like the flowers at his feet.
The man had always believed his purpose to be the protection of those he loved. He had not failed, per se, but the ones he had loved were no longer with him. In order for his purpose to be restored, in theory, Hiraeth would need to find someone new to love. And he wasn't exactly in a loving mood. It was a little dangerous, what he was doing. Becoming accustomed to the lonely road he was on. Something needed to happen, some alternate path needed to make itself known. But until then, he would continue to wander. |