Beautiful Scars On Critical Veins
05-18-2016, 11:05 PM
How strange it was, to be here in what were old Imperium lands. It was funny how, in a sense, justice seemed to catch up to them too. But there was no satisfaction in the bi-colored eyes of the man. He seemed worn, his expression somber and lost. Ever since winning against Sin... He sighed. That had not been a victory. He had won the battle yes, but at what cost? Seeing the mate of the man, his children... He had done the same thing that Sin had done to him, only had realized it far too late. So who was the monster, and who was the man now? Was it not true that they were both in the wrong? Cy closed his eyes, furrowing his brow. He had not come here to reminisce. Had not come here to gloat. No, a very sick ‘ponine had decided to run off again. He was doing his best to trail her, and sure enough her scent ran through this land... But it was stale. Cypress opened his eyes once more, raising his muzzle to the sky. Perhaps... If someone was still here...they might have seen her? He let out a howl, hoping that was the case. He was running out of leads. |