[ those tiny mirrors ]
07-12-2013, 11:19 PM
INSIDE YOUR SKULL Agelast seers would have mused, dancing amongst the acronycal light, their movements synthetic and possessed by their mysticism. They would move as if pulled by blackened vines throughout the trees, their eyes glazed over, and after such moments would they freeze. Calculating every movement, they would leave as if parting from a loved one they had parted times aplenty. Hush, now, though, the time of the seers, and the earthen Empire was over. The Empire had never reached out as far into the world, never neared Alacritis. The foundation of the Empire had slowly crumbled, unforeseen to its inhabitants until a fateful and lark event caused it all to topple, all that was had become slumbering and diminished. Their collections of stories did not die save for the ones they had hid, and such a thing, he had thought, was no interest to him...however, such an idea kept on being proven otherwise, as it was all woven within the fabrics of his being. He had outlived them, and he no longer tied himself so tightly to the old culture, he was free from those aflame shackles, or so he hoped. Laurier had haunted the idea of joining a pack, but barely landed upon it for he found himself colliding in opposition of the idea of 'unity' once again. No, he was not much for order, what he longed for was the mannerisms, the interaction and perhaps a little more, but never firm belief or order. It was this day that such desires finally won, winter had pushed him too close to the edge. He found himself tugged towards scents -- some were familiar -- as if attached to an invisible force, which he knew was only his whim. He counted shadows as he lingered at the border, and as night slowly faded in. It was then that it dawned on him, that he had never truly joined a pack before, and had no inkling of the customs surrounding it. "Oh well," his voice a melodic whisper with his accent abnormally potent. Waited, he did; waiting was something he held dear. It gave him time to indulge within the tones of silence that surrounded him, broken by distant thunder now and again. He prized the fact that it was now spring, as he was in good health again, though, he did not appear it due to his serpentine appearance. - - - OUT OF CHARACTER - - - "Say what you want, I know how you think," Tags: Joining, All Welcome Notes: Partial reuse of another Laurier post in the beginning. |
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