11-04-2018, 09:28 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]As far as Myliu saw it, destiny was nothing more than a word (one they didn't even know.) Destiny was what those who believed in fate, or a predestined future believed in, hoping that there was something driving them towards whatever was inevitably going to happen. Myliu had no need for such hopes. What would happen was simple: they would live, they would survive, and then, when their time came, they'd die like those before them. There wasn't enough time left in life to worry about the details, not when the young man was too busy dealing with problems that were relatively more pressing.
The stars did nothing more than give him directions, allowing him to know where North, South, West and East were during his adventures. The stars didn't call out to him like the earth and water did, they didn't scream like the voices, and they didn't come down to send the entire world into fire and destruction. The people around them did that, and no higher forces or destiny had anything to do with it. But at least the stars were useful enough for the man to allow him to explore without fear of getting lost because they were too far gone inside of their head. The visions sometimes proved to be distracting, and they'd find themselves at the edge of some precipice without any memory of how they got there. Myliu didn't remember how many times he had to be saved... but it was enough to have others exasperated with him. That was when he was younger, though, and still naive enough to follow every small stimuli. Now he had grown, and their survival had become paramount to the point that they did not trust any of the voices or people. It had gotten to the point that they elected to assume everything wasn't real until they were told otherwise, everything in the name of survival.
It was a lonely life, one that most didn't understand. Myliu didn't blame them, although it became increasingly frustrating when others didn't understand him and chose to judge regardless. Being different didn't mean he wasn't worth the same respect. Just because words were difficult didn't mean he was dumb.
He had found himself outside that evening, following the numerous scents that surrounded him to try and ground themselves in reality and discern what was real or not. They had noticed somewhere along the way that most of his visions didn't leave a smell behind, while things in the mortal plain did. Among those things were Aine and Titan. He had followed the latter (unknowingly - he had been caught up in his mind and had merely found a strong scent and decided to follow it) and stumbled across the two completely by accident, obviously surprising himself if the man's sudden reaction was anything to go by.
A curt, nervous huff of breath escaped Myliu, violet gaze trained on the two before him warily. They were both real - they smelled not only like the earth and like the Ascendants, but like something distinctly alive. That didn't mean he trusted either of them; currently that was limited to Gabriel, the only individual here the man remembered from when he had still been a child.
Too bad he couldn't understand most of what was being said. Half of him wanted to leave, but the other half picked up on the subtle social cues present to him, and so he stayed instead. A brief moment of silence passed, then the wolf spoke up again, uttering one simple question. "Name?"
At least he knew that. He hadn't come around fast enough to pick up on it... or maybe he had? If so, he hadn't been focused enough to discern it.
The stars did nothing more than give him directions, allowing him to know where North, South, West and East were during his adventures. The stars didn't call out to him like the earth and water did, they didn't scream like the voices, and they didn't come down to send the entire world into fire and destruction. The people around them did that, and no higher forces or destiny had anything to do with it. But at least the stars were useful enough for the man to allow him to explore without fear of getting lost because they were too far gone inside of their head. The visions sometimes proved to be distracting, and they'd find themselves at the edge of some precipice without any memory of how they got there. Myliu didn't remember how many times he had to be saved... but it was enough to have others exasperated with him. That was when he was younger, though, and still naive enough to follow every small stimuli. Now he had grown, and their survival had become paramount to the point that they did not trust any of the voices or people. It had gotten to the point that they elected to assume everything wasn't real until they were told otherwise, everything in the name of survival.
It was a lonely life, one that most didn't understand. Myliu didn't blame them, although it became increasingly frustrating when others didn't understand him and chose to judge regardless. Being different didn't mean he wasn't worth the same respect. Just because words were difficult didn't mean he was dumb.
He had found himself outside that evening, following the numerous scents that surrounded him to try and ground themselves in reality and discern what was real or not. They had noticed somewhere along the way that most of his visions didn't leave a smell behind, while things in the mortal plain did. Among those things were Aine and Titan. He had followed the latter (unknowingly - he had been caught up in his mind and had merely found a strong scent and decided to follow it) and stumbled across the two completely by accident, obviously surprising himself if the man's sudden reaction was anything to go by.
A curt, nervous huff of breath escaped Myliu, violet gaze trained on the two before him warily. They were both real - they smelled not only like the earth and like the Ascendants, but like something distinctly alive. That didn't mean he trusted either of them; currently that was limited to Gabriel, the only individual here the man remembered from when he had still been a child.
Too bad he couldn't understand most of what was being said. Half of him wanted to leave, but the other half picked up on the subtle social cues present to him, and so he stayed instead. A brief moment of silence passed, then the wolf spoke up again, uttering one simple question. "Name?"
At least he knew that. He hadn't come around fast enough to pick up on it... or maybe he had? If so, he hadn't been focused enough to discern it.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden