You are as high and dry as they say[joining]
07-12-2014, 01:49 AM
Had the gods forsaken him enough to take everything away from a man who was already dead. Even in the ad-midst of the poison taking hold of his cold cavity of a body he sought forgiveness and possibly even to aim towards any sense of feeling that had left him behind. Orange eyes on the intricate gray man would rest upon the land with the scent of a pack one he had only heard rumors about. Perhaps inside he would believe they would be able to return his missing heart. His pulse did not exist, and he would be mocked, he would be scorned for this disease. His white paws made contact with the ground beneath him, even if he couldn't feel it. Ubivat's chest would rise and fall with his belief of never needing the gaining factor of air again. He craved some sort of companionship, some sort of power to run through dry and broken veins that had no hope of pulsing again unless he were to be reborn a new a third time. Was it his sin that had drawn him out, or was it the fact he had let his mind run wild with a woman who only did him wrong. The borders of these plains was marked ever so freshly with that of these servants of gods. The spring would give him no comfort for he could not feel the air pressing against him. Head dipping back at these borders, his voice would run deep and clear through the land in a beautiful song. Tugging the alpha's towards a demon who only sought redemption from his hell. After lowering his eyes, his lower quarters made contact with the ground, waiting patiently. For what he craved, for what he believed. This would save him, or at least a mad man would not be able to stop himself from wanting the sheer pleasure of pain. The pain he could NOT feel. Maybe one day, if he wished quietly enough, the pain would return. Speech, |