05-11-2022, 05:48 PM
"Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land" ♆ tags ── The moon was bright as the maned wolf let ver head bob, eyes heavy as they stared into the ocean from ver home. Candlelight illuminated the corner of their home, said corner filled with nearly nothing except for a table of shells and teeth. Scyllios sighed deeply, shaking ver head, and let ver eyes close for a moment. But sleep would not come so easily.
The memories that they succumbed to were not pretty. Slaughter at the hands of ver mother figure, who vey wanted to trust at that age. A calamity no one should have to endure, especially a child. So impressionable, so innocent. Breathing heavily, the softest of voices echoed in the air. Physical words. "Monster." That’s what she was. What most of the Coalition was. No matter how many years passed.
“Monsters. Murderers.” Now that Sojourn was back, Scyllios was more than happy to leave the Coalition. For good. Forever. A choice vey were happy with. Opening ver eyes once more, they stared at the shells and teeth on the table. A smile etched across ver face. Stepping toward the table, their tail curled around a rather large shell for a moment, then set it back onto the table.
“This is my new home.” Vey whispered, so quiet they were sure no one could hear vem. The Typhoon was their home. Now and forever and for all their life’s worth. They would defend it. But even with this revelation, they were exhausted. The cloth bed nearby beckoned them, but they refused. Instead, vey opted to step out of ver home, and make ver way to the ocean.
The memories that they succumbed to were not pretty. Slaughter at the hands of ver mother figure, who vey wanted to trust at that age. A calamity no one should have to endure, especially a child. So impressionable, so innocent. Breathing heavily, the softest of voices echoed in the air. Physical words. "Monster." That’s what she was. What most of the Coalition was. No matter how many years passed.
“Monsters. Murderers.” Now that Sojourn was back, Scyllios was more than happy to leave the Coalition. For good. Forever. A choice vey were happy with. Opening ver eyes once more, they stared at the shells and teeth on the table. A smile etched across ver face. Stepping toward the table, their tail curled around a rather large shell for a moment, then set it back onto the table.
“This is my new home.” Vey whispered, so quiet they were sure no one could hear vem. The Typhoon was their home. Now and forever and for all their life’s worth. They would defend it. But even with this revelation, they were exhausted. The cloth bed nearby beckoned them, but they refused. Instead, vey opted to step out of ver home, and make ver way to the ocean.