05-31-2019, 09:42 PM
The cycle continues.
What is life, without death? What is the point to existence, if one cannot truly live?
If there was more to life than all of this, he had given up on finding it long ago.
A lonely light shines its way into the territory, silence enveloping all around the creature. Green eyes that had a glow like the sun contained a stream of light flowing after them, as if the color could not keep up with the physicality, the same flare emitting from his mouth and nostrils. One sandy, spotted leg slowly moves back while the other black one lifts forward, the multicolored jaguar taking his time around the borders of the lands. These lands were stranger than he experienced with his dogs - oh, he misses them so - and much more condensed. There would be plenty for him to explore, and he has already made some progress, but the loneliness is eating away at him. His life ripped away, there was nothing left but to start anew. He could not quite voice his concerns.
So, how will he communicate to them all that he wishes to join? To be honest, he doesn't know. He hasn't a plan. Perhaps he can come up with sign language, on the spot, in this new body the Gods have cursed him with. Maybe he will continue walking, signifying his intentions. Or maybe even, just maybe, he will be able to speak, somehow. Only time would tell now, as the male moved nonchalantly around the Rosebloods.
What is life, without death? What is the point to existence, if one cannot truly live?
If there was more to life than all of this, he had given up on finding it long ago.
A lonely light shines its way into the territory, silence enveloping all around the creature. Green eyes that had a glow like the sun contained a stream of light flowing after them, as if the color could not keep up with the physicality, the same flare emitting from his mouth and nostrils. One sandy, spotted leg slowly moves back while the other black one lifts forward, the multicolored jaguar taking his time around the borders of the lands. These lands were stranger than he experienced with his dogs - oh, he misses them so - and much more condensed. There would be plenty for him to explore, and he has already made some progress, but the loneliness is eating away at him. His life ripped away, there was nothing left but to start anew. He could not quite voice his concerns.
So, how will he communicate to them all that he wishes to join? To be honest, he doesn't know. He hasn't a plan. Perhaps he can come up with sign language, on the spot, in this new body the Gods have cursed him with. Maybe he will continue walking, signifying his intentions. Or maybe even, just maybe, he will be able to speak, somehow. Only time would tell now, as the male moved nonchalantly around the Rosebloods.
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