08-22-2018, 12:11 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There were many things that Vetuliði had not expected, although it was a lot to ask of a child to expect anything when they knew nothing beyond the voices inside of their head and the visions that were always so clearly displayed for them. They had lived life as they knew it, aggressive to a fault when everything became too much and they couldn't handle anything more than the company of their own being. There wasn't anything they figured they needed to understand beyond the simple fact that they were alive, and that the scars that marred their body were simply a part of them. They had never questioned it, never questioned why the only thing they could understand was what they figured was their own name... never questioned where they came from and why.
Not until it was presented to them, at least. As a child it was hard to understand things like death, although survival was already on the tip of their tongue despite that. They never understood the voices, the visions that ran red with both fire and blood, never understood the tangy taste on their tongue during the visions until they were faced with it in reality. There was much they didn't understand, but they were slowly coming to realize that life wasn't as they had seen it merely a few months ago. They had left the Ascendants to search for something that didn't exist anymore, a family, a place... a history.
Their history had been wiped off from the face of the earth as if they had never existed, scars created by things that had no place in this world. They could barely understand life, yet they understood death all too well now. They had died, not in this world but in another, and the voices within them seethed, urging the child towards a path of vengeance not even they knew they could hold.
They had learned their name, among other things. Myliu was what they went only because it was what they remembered, yet the moment the name Veturliði landed on their tongue... everything slowly fell into place. Myliu was still them, however, the alias still sitting well with the child despite it's falsely attributed meaning. Perhaps they were both now; Myliu and Veturliði, a strange combination of both their future and their past.
But they had no home to return to, something that Vet had found out during their travels, trying to find a past which did not wish to be found. There was nothing left for them but to go forward, to listen to the voices as they urged Myliu back to the only place that they knew as safe. And so, on tired paws, the child returned, hesitating just before the border before slowly pressing on beyond it, trying to convince themselves that they still belonged.
Not until it was presented to them, at least. As a child it was hard to understand things like death, although survival was already on the tip of their tongue despite that. They never understood the voices, the visions that ran red with both fire and blood, never understood the tangy taste on their tongue during the visions until they were faced with it in reality. There was much they didn't understand, but they were slowly coming to realize that life wasn't as they had seen it merely a few months ago. They had left the Ascendants to search for something that didn't exist anymore, a family, a place... a history.
Their history had been wiped off from the face of the earth as if they had never existed, scars created by things that had no place in this world. They could barely understand life, yet they understood death all too well now. They had died, not in this world but in another, and the voices within them seethed, urging the child towards a path of vengeance not even they knew they could hold.
They had learned their name, among other things. Myliu was what they went only because it was what they remembered, yet the moment the name Veturliði landed on their tongue... everything slowly fell into place. Myliu was still them, however, the alias still sitting well with the child despite it's falsely attributed meaning. Perhaps they were both now; Myliu and Veturliði, a strange combination of both their future and their past.
But they had no home to return to, something that Vet had found out during their travels, trying to find a past which did not wish to be found. There was nothing left for them but to go forward, to listen to the voices as they urged Myliu back to the only place that they knew as safe. And so, on tired paws, the child returned, hesitating just before the border before slowly pressing on beyond it, trying to convince themselves that they still belonged.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden
