04-29-2021, 09:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-29-2021, 09:02 AM by harland m..)
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A coiled pit of thieving vipers, hollow the dull toll of pilfered victory, theirs now a throne of ice and stone. Known the name, if not those who bore it as though such foul title was laced with pride, better understood their ways. A corpse desiccated the land they had pillaged and laid unchallenged claim upon, history more or less gone, alone those few who still bore it. Still harsh the news, a loss he had not thought possible when revoked all when enemies met until a treaty that should never have been.
Destined always seemed those who revered the stars to war, destruction not of their own decree raising all that had been. Maybe best this way, vessel for them now only himself and the one he knew as his sister. Allow their memory to pass, be forgotten, never associated with the raucous condemned. History had a way of repeating itself, however, evident by the mirror that sought to cut short the life of a child, discrepancy in the method easily overlooked.
Too long cooped up by his own design, solitude sought and worn out the welcome. Difficult still had it been vacating the tavern, as loud the overjoyed voices were as break was made use of in ways deemed suitable it had grown comforting, strange the looks some cast. Maybe they had thought he had left beneath the veil of night, a coward dproven thrice over. These thoughts he would neither confirm nor dissuade, allowed any to think as they might, instead he had merely moved on. None of them a face familiar nor liked, unnecessary the worry over their opinion, tired grown of useless speculation. Why was it the nagging thought was there, the wise to beg to understand, parse their thoughts until identified the core flaws he harboured.
Breath held for a moment, released in an unsteady rush. No good may come of such only further soured any thoughts they may bear, if he even held enough importance to occupy their minds in the first place. Continued his momentum, unplanned and without destination, merely reinstated an old habit. Where he had acquired it unknown, possibly from days long past when he had been struck by terror and excitement when levelled upon miniscule shoulders new duties, paws ragged as walked the border time and time again. Missing them now, in this moment when he was but a stranger, a crewmate in name alone for of them he was not and bore no desire to be. Yet still it remained, a left over habit retained for little else may his energy be utilised for.
It may be such that brought about unconscious path, followed trail drenched in untangible crimson, memory painting what was not there, had not been. Familiar even though traversal still within the low single digits, avoided when chance arose, diverted from when mind wandered and steps drew him. A mere moth to the flames, misunderstood the danger in tantilising illumination, though unidentifiable the cause, that mundane little prize at the end of the road that acted as his downfall and beckoned against better judgement. Possibly just the fact death had been thwarted for the time being, understood the tragedy of it and the celebration, careful and quick the deft care of mother and son. Or it was something else, deeper, buried where it may never find the light of day.
To which side it fell, maybe even neither with too numerous the prospects upon the horizon to offer adequate answer, as thoughts broke. Voices not uncommon, always loose the shallow hum, conversation held between select few to make the flow of time seemingly hasten. Different this, beyond the familiarity of the three, never far one when the others were present, at the hip supposedly joined though for good reason as the youngest they. The topic what caused pause, at least that caught, the final words spoken at a distance they were rather clear. Golden depths slow in their turn, grown fretful, terrified of what may be found.
Outcome different yet still harsh, heart briefly seized, best skipped. Too well he knew the material even with addition to make it more inclined to personal taste, no simple silver it, though untrained eye may deem it such. Paw rose, wandered to his own, warmed by his body. It was another.
Tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, supposedly stuck there as he closed the little distance left between himself and the three, attention barely paid to any. It was that which was held aloft he had eyes for, it alone as it glimmered beneath the light of the sun, a reflection of that celestial body. "The Ascendants." Hushed his voice, a correction without bite, rather, confusion was present in it, unease tracing his spine. A mere coincidence, the Starpool claimed though a blacksmith of some skill may craft using the shards. Still the thought was there, pressed along the edge of his thoughts.
The Condemned had been brazen enough to steal from the dead. That Danny bore it a point of contest, never crossed his mind that he was the culprit. The lupine simply was not the sort, did not bear a bad bone, though it may be inhibited by his evident anxiety, the notion unfit to even be pondered. Thus he would not, Danny given the benefit of the double. "It doesn't belong to Diya, and it isn't just a simple piece of jewellery," vision turned as he spoke, addressed first Vayne, for correct was her thinking, and then Lumia. Understandible that none of them knew, before their time, still was he sadden. "It was apart of our traditions, a bit like your earrings, we each had one." Once more paw rose, the chain about his own neck lifted away. Upon full display the crescent moons and the mountain it cradled, a symbol both of his father and the home he had found.
Allowed it to fall after a time, settling against his chest again, though paw extended out. No contact was made, the desire was there all the same, halting before he may touch the pendent Danny held. "We each made or had a blacksmith make them in a shape that symbolises something important, but this one… I've never seen." Of course he had been gone from the Ascendants for quite sometime, left prior to their merge with Sunhaven, enough another had forged their own. Was their grave somewhere in those mountains and this the last reminder they had existed, or was this a replica, a use found for the star speckled pool. To himself would Harland keep these thoughts, asking only one last thing before he fell silent, awaited questions he was sure to come. "Where did you find it."
Destined always seemed those who revered the stars to war, destruction not of their own decree raising all that had been. Maybe best this way, vessel for them now only himself and the one he knew as his sister. Allow their memory to pass, be forgotten, never associated with the raucous condemned. History had a way of repeating itself, however, evident by the mirror that sought to cut short the life of a child, discrepancy in the method easily overlooked.
Too long cooped up by his own design, solitude sought and worn out the welcome. Difficult still had it been vacating the tavern, as loud the overjoyed voices were as break was made use of in ways deemed suitable it had grown comforting, strange the looks some cast. Maybe they had thought he had left beneath the veil of night, a coward dproven thrice over. These thoughts he would neither confirm nor dissuade, allowed any to think as they might, instead he had merely moved on. None of them a face familiar nor liked, unnecessary the worry over their opinion, tired grown of useless speculation. Why was it the nagging thought was there, the wise to beg to understand, parse their thoughts until identified the core flaws he harboured.
Breath held for a moment, released in an unsteady rush. No good may come of such only further soured any thoughts they may bear, if he even held enough importance to occupy their minds in the first place. Continued his momentum, unplanned and without destination, merely reinstated an old habit. Where he had acquired it unknown, possibly from days long past when he had been struck by terror and excitement when levelled upon miniscule shoulders new duties, paws ragged as walked the border time and time again. Missing them now, in this moment when he was but a stranger, a crewmate in name alone for of them he was not and bore no desire to be. Yet still it remained, a left over habit retained for little else may his energy be utilised for.
It may be such that brought about unconscious path, followed trail drenched in untangible crimson, memory painting what was not there, had not been. Familiar even though traversal still within the low single digits, avoided when chance arose, diverted from when mind wandered and steps drew him. A mere moth to the flames, misunderstood the danger in tantilising illumination, though unidentifiable the cause, that mundane little prize at the end of the road that acted as his downfall and beckoned against better judgement. Possibly just the fact death had been thwarted for the time being, understood the tragedy of it and the celebration, careful and quick the deft care of mother and son. Or it was something else, deeper, buried where it may never find the light of day.
To which side it fell, maybe even neither with too numerous the prospects upon the horizon to offer adequate answer, as thoughts broke. Voices not uncommon, always loose the shallow hum, conversation held between select few to make the flow of time seemingly hasten. Different this, beyond the familiarity of the three, never far one when the others were present, at the hip supposedly joined though for good reason as the youngest they. The topic what caused pause, at least that caught, the final words spoken at a distance they were rather clear. Golden depths slow in their turn, grown fretful, terrified of what may be found.
Outcome different yet still harsh, heart briefly seized, best skipped. Too well he knew the material even with addition to make it more inclined to personal taste, no simple silver it, though untrained eye may deem it such. Paw rose, wandered to his own, warmed by his body. It was another.
Tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, supposedly stuck there as he closed the little distance left between himself and the three, attention barely paid to any. It was that which was held aloft he had eyes for, it alone as it glimmered beneath the light of the sun, a reflection of that celestial body. "The Ascendants." Hushed his voice, a correction without bite, rather, confusion was present in it, unease tracing his spine. A mere coincidence, the Starpool claimed though a blacksmith of some skill may craft using the shards. Still the thought was there, pressed along the edge of his thoughts.
The Condemned had been brazen enough to steal from the dead. That Danny bore it a point of contest, never crossed his mind that he was the culprit. The lupine simply was not the sort, did not bear a bad bone, though it may be inhibited by his evident anxiety, the notion unfit to even be pondered. Thus he would not, Danny given the benefit of the double. "It doesn't belong to Diya, and it isn't just a simple piece of jewellery," vision turned as he spoke, addressed first Vayne, for correct was her thinking, and then Lumia. Understandible that none of them knew, before their time, still was he sadden. "It was apart of our traditions, a bit like your earrings, we each had one." Once more paw rose, the chain about his own neck lifted away. Upon full display the crescent moons and the mountain it cradled, a symbol both of his father and the home he had found.
Allowed it to fall after a time, settling against his chest again, though paw extended out. No contact was made, the desire was there all the same, halting before he may touch the pendent Danny held. "We each made or had a blacksmith make them in a shape that symbolises something important, but this one… I've never seen." Of course he had been gone from the Ascendants for quite sometime, left prior to their merge with Sunhaven, enough another had forged their own. Was their grave somewhere in those mountains and this the last reminder they had existed, or was this a replica, a use found for the star speckled pool. To himself would Harland keep these thoughts, asking only one last thing before he fell silent, awaited questions he was sure to come. "Where did you find it."