A misty memory // Hallucination

WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD!

Sethiram hardly had any courage to get out from hollow logs and old badger dens now. Even if he knew that the swamp was indeed his home, visions and warped hallucinations dogged him constantly. Even as he stood against the marshy coast, his paws planted into the ground with fear as he stared into the open waters. Something dark moved in the water, fur like stars and eyes like silver plates.

"Mom..?" He uttered, knowing that he was just seeing things. Starmap, his mother figure, was gone. Aesior, his former father figure, now terrified the tom. Tears welled up and fell from wide eyes, wings shuddering with each breath. "Why..." He started, gnashing his teeth as he did so. Why couldn't he had just been normal, without the ailments of a false god. "Why couldn't I had just been a normal boy!? Why did he have to try and turn me into a God!?" He shrieked, doubling over as nerves willed his body to move.

Grief became anger, and he lashed his tail. "Damnit... I'm forever like this, can't even look at Aesior without freezing up or running away." He hissed, claws digging into sodden ground. He was no god, no poet, no prophetic being. The only thing he was, was a broken man. "I'm broken! Nothing's going to fix me!" He sobbed into his foreleg, looking up to see the black figure disappear.

ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE!

teef

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

The coast was a balm that he couldn't understand, a sirens song that pulled the anguished to scream their regrets and deepest secrets to the open ears of the sea. He had seen so many admit things upon rocky shores, daring the sirens to claim them in retribution for their broken hearts and minds. Hells, he'd come to these places so many times himself to scream at the gods for the cruelty they'd dealt to him.

He had a piece of his mind for the god of life, for all that the bastard had done in the past, and a word for his master, for not allowing him the serenity of a peaceful end. Exhaling, the male had brought himself towards the coast for another session of screaming at the gods from the confines of his mind, when the scent of his son washed over him.

Something caused him to stop where he was, stuck in his cheetah body for the duration of recovery. Breath falling quietly from lips, his ears swiveling as he shifted his weight between legs, ears slowly swiveling to pin back as he listened to sethiram, listening to the sheer raw emotion behind his words.

So ... Sethiram was scared of him? There was a sudden stroke of pain in his breast, as if a stroke of lightning had lanced him through. Ears flattening as he listened to his adopted son, neutral face carefully maintained as if afraid that if someone saw him, that they would not glimpse into his feelings. Swallowing as he listened to him breakdown, hidden from sight by the trunks of trees.

How he wished he could tell him that there was still hope, that there would be something to look forward, but he knew that he would only make things worse. As long ... as long as Seth didn't hate him, he thought he might be able to handle that. He wanted to look out for the younger male, but he didn't know how to do so without having to be close to him and well, he now knew why he hid away.

Swallowing, the cheetah would turn away from the painfully raw scene of the youth falling apart at the coast's shore, leaving only behind the lingering hint of his scent, tail the past to disappear back into the swamp biome. He would find something to help the boy, even if everything made Seth hate him, he didn't mind in the end, so long as Seth would come to accept some part of himself.

// just a small appearance of him. out! //

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef