afraid of their own life
12-30-2016, 12:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-23-2021, 06:20 PM by Torin.)
| Something about being a part of this was strange, at least in Torin's head. This was his family. This was his obligation, this was what he happened to be bound to. That was what family was for, right? Some part of it made sense. Supposedly made sense. There's a careful thinking in the mind of the pale creature. He's so pale. Christ how on earth did a creature come out so pale. Pale yet prominent, standing so immense and proud. Steady on his feet. Steady as always. That would be the thing Torin would have to hold to himself, right? He'll always be steady. Right then, the creature decides for himself. So he peers out over the Valley, wondering what exactly there was for him here. He wasn't terribly far from the den, but maybe far enough for someone to worry. Not like his scent was covered, not like his tracks hadn't been out in the open. No, he was standing at the very edge of the Emerald Valley, looking out at what would become his home. A prince of this place, yet another child. A child of the light. The pale child would wear that goodness like an iron collar for the rest of his life. It is only as a child that you begin building a reputation like the one he wanted. The day was warm, and winter was nearing an end. High noon brought sunshine, a thawing in the bones of the winterborn. Torin's title would click into place-- that was it. The winterborn. Sunshine wouldn't do him much good. Born of the frost and the cold, but standing pale against the light of day. Gazing at the Valley and waiting. He would know himself in time. TORiN bet you'd be disappointed |