Why Are These Lights So Bright

? ?Syrinx was not accustomed to this world yet. He was used to silence and being left to his own devices. Now, he was facing those that cared about him and those that wanted the best for him regardless of where they came from. There were people like Arian -family- that he did not know that he needed to come to terms with. He was doing his best, but regardless of his best, it was a painful and it was an odd thing to him. His best wouldn?t protect them; not while he held no power to do anything beneficial to them. A sigh wafted past his lips and the canine kept his head gently placed between his massive paws. The night was the time where he could do his clearest thinking. It also used to be the time that he used to prowl. This was the time that he had used to be a terror and to place his name. Never of malevolence; but out of the need to be taken seriously. Of course, his own indifference had cost him more of his features. It had almost cost him his life. It was Chrysanthe?s husband to thank for his life, but that wasn?t exactly an option. He wouldn?t bow to the things that were supposed to be of his past. Not even that.

?Laying there he could think of the fires and the way they curled around his body. They seemed to grab his flesh and pull and peel back. They needed to burn the life out of him, and in a way they had succeeded. For the first time, having standing there so near the sweltering heat, he realized his mortality was evident. He realized more than just the possibility he had of dying due to some outer cause, but also that, even if outer sources never cost him his life, there would be no doubting the fact that age would one day get to him. No amount of training would ever be enough to keep him from the gruesome paws of death, but that was alright. One day it would all add up. Before he died all he needed to do was make sure that his bloodline was safe and that they were thriving.

?Naturally, the constant contemplation got to be enough for the russet king and he would hoist himself up and deliver himself from the cave in which he laid. There was no point in mindlessly racking his brain with things that he had already thought over and there was no point for him in trying to make something of what was in his past--of what was nothing. A deliberate shrug rolled from his body as he stretched his shoulders and continued his dance beneath the night sky. Syrinx had no reason to pretend he would enjoy the oncoming days, but he had every reason in the world to think on his family and the fact that maybe--if he would calm himself for more than five minutes at a time--he could even find himself having some sort of pleasurable experience.