ONCE YOU COMMITTED ME
The mortal realm was pitiful to many that ascended to the horseman's equivalent, or rather a god, but one horseman had come to enjoy the vast expanse. Variety spread across the Earth. Opportunities for all. Despite this, nothing compared to the underworld or the heavens above. There was so much to do and experience. For example, the circumstance of the worlds above and below were always in a singular stasis of equilibrium. It was either happy-go-lucky or hell's nightmare. Not both. Never. And yet... here was Earth. A mixture of both the agony and joyous times. How fascinating was that.
Even so, the one who chose to dwell amongst the mortals had always felt somewhat... one might call it... pity? The wanderers never knew what was coming for them during death and often didn't cherish 'the now.' The present. Even if the the void came for them in their last moments, the darkest moments on this mortal plane always had the opportunity for the brightest of lights to shine through. Balance. Those that thought the afterlife would be their salvation were wrong. Life, at it's finest, was worth every milisecond. Death brought nothing but torture, despite where they lied.
The wanderer of the horseman brought a dark cloud wherever he went. The Pitt, this time, would experience that unforgiving looming feeling today. With large, bulky paws traversing through the desert, the muscularly lion grazed past the border unknowingly. Slitted hues stared out at the horizon as he walked along. A dark jungle graced his vision, peaking his interest and causing his casual gait to pick up it's pace. He could feel something brewing within it's underbrush. Aegon would enjoy this.
His dark silhouette came to a stop at the edge of the jungle as a certain flower caught his eye. A yellow oleander. His head craned and eyes narrowed. Aegon's pointed claw lightly reached over to lightly caress at the petal's surface in interest. The bright flower was known to cause a rash, along with heart attacks or death upon ingestion. What a deceiving deathbringer. The two appeared to have a lot in common, didn't they?
Continuing to mindlessly observe, Aegon paid no attention to the incoming sounds.
Even so, the one who chose to dwell amongst the mortals had always felt somewhat... one might call it... pity? The wanderers never knew what was coming for them during death and often didn't cherish 'the now.' The present. Even if the the void came for them in their last moments, the darkest moments on this mortal plane always had the opportunity for the brightest of lights to shine through. Balance. Those that thought the afterlife would be their salvation were wrong. Life, at it's finest, was worth every milisecond. Death brought nothing but torture, despite where they lied.
The wanderer of the horseman brought a dark cloud wherever he went. The Pitt, this time, would experience that unforgiving looming feeling today. With large, bulky paws traversing through the desert, the muscularly lion grazed past the border unknowingly. Slitted hues stared out at the horizon as he walked along. A dark jungle graced his vision, peaking his interest and causing his casual gait to pick up it's pace. He could feel something brewing within it's underbrush. Aegon would enjoy this.
His dark silhouette came to a stop at the edge of the jungle as a certain flower caught his eye. A yellow oleander. His head craned and eyes narrowed. Aegon's pointed claw lightly reached over to lightly caress at the petal's surface in interest. The bright flower was known to cause a rash, along with heart attacks or death upon ingestion. What a deceiving deathbringer. The two appeared to have a lot in common, didn't they?
Continuing to mindlessly observe, Aegon paid no attention to the incoming sounds.
NOW YOU'VE ACQUITTED ME