--it's like a drug, but i don't feel the high.
08-07-2014, 03:23 PM
The earth was quiet and he felt as though that meant there was something wrong. The rich earthy tones of spring were beginning to become more stable. Summer wasn?t too terrible far off. The air was crisp with a warm bite and the birds overhead chattered on. There was a stillness that he enjoyed. It was like any other land he had been to. This, however, this was his home and he had been vacant for far too long. A sigh surpassed his lips. Gargoyle was not to be found, nor were any of his siblings or their own. He was left to his own devices. Perhaps he was the last of their blood. Perhaps not. Regardless, the thought tangled around in his thoughts and he felt almost compelled to honor their memory. Alas, their world was hardly his own. The man carried himself with a certain amount of pride. He was glad of who he was, though, he was not particularly warm to the idea of trying to make something of things that simply did not exist. He needed to examine everything with careful scrutiny, and while that was the preferred method...his sciences left him confused and relatively tired. He didn?t like fretting over everything, but in a crumbling world such was his bane. He enjoyed the quiet of the day; the late afternoon where even the birds began to settle for the night. The ocean had calmed and it was merely the equivalent of a massive blue blanket as far as the eye could see. It was captivating and immaculate, but he felt a missing piece. He had no direction and it was particularly sad. He was missing the most vital part of life: purpose. Legs folded against the ground and the boy...or man...what was he? A boy. A purposeless child. Regardless, he waited, enduring the serenity of what lay before him. He was calm, relaxed, and indulgent on the waves of the night. The stars would eventually creep out for him to see, and the moon would shine against him. His cross to bare was loss, but it was not the only bit of life that had failed him. He had failed him and needed to turn around where he was and fight the relativity of his preceding moments. Life would change starting now. Back in Alacritis. Back under proper control. Back to where he could thrive |