02-22-2021, 11:42 AM
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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ
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silence filled the air, the slap of water on shore awakening the loneliness within his chest, heart beating nearly frantically. ah. this hurts, he would think to himself, paw raising to touch his breast and collarbone. why was he feeling this way today? looking up at the sky, he tipped his head in quiet wonder, exhaling painfully as it dawned upon him. his birthday had come and passed, and he'd been alone again. not that he could mind, he wasn't exactly outgoing in the matter of making friends, not since she died, leaving him alone with family members too busy to see him, or those who thought themselves higher than a crippled boy.
shaking his head, he didn't want to deal with the painful thoughts within his mind, the taunts from those who had been children with him circling and crushing the breath in his chest now. paws shaking as the feeling of loneliness spread, causing his skin and muscles to tingle, throat tightening and restricting as he coughed to try to get rid of this horrid tightness. oh how he hated everytime that tears came to taunt him, they felt like fiery bullets leaving his eyes, things that could be used against him should someone see him exposing his feelings. trying to growl, the paralyzed serval shook his head, the growl choked out by even more tears. hanging his head, he would admit defeat, simply moving his body along the tiger's boardwalk. maybe he could cool off if he took a walk? he didn't know, but he was placing his bets on it. lifting his head up to the sky, he would watch the starry skies so far above, wondering what it would feel like to soar through the skies, to be so free to be able to move a body even as broken as his.
he had been getting better - he didn't know when it had changed. maybe it was the sound of children that had reminded him of things, of the past, before his accident when he had been but a child himself. how strange and fleeting those pastel dreams, weighed down and chased by darker nightmares of the accident. would he ever forgive himself for that accident? no. it was his duty as the brother, older or younger, to protect his sister and he had failed in that, and veris had ultimately died. the grief and guilt pursued him in his every waking moment, a mistake and sin he could never atone for in his mortal life.
orbs fixated on the stars, he stopped against the railing, resting his screaming lungs. he couldn't feel the pain in his legs from knocking them against the wood and whatever else had come across his path, unaware of the slight path of torn fur and ichor that he had left behind him in his movements. gritting his teeth, "it's never enough! it's never enough for you bastards, is it!?", he would yowl at the stars, ears pinned back to his head. too vocal was he to notice the creaking and groaning of the boardwalk, too late was he to feel the world tilt and crumble under himself, too frantic was he to reach for the edge of the boardwalk as the rotten wood collapsed under his body. he should have been paying attention, maybe he could have saved himself from a spill in the water. crying out in fear and surprise as the wood gave away, his voice came out in a befuddled cry, suddenly cut short as he made contact with salty water below.
impact drove the last of the air from his lungs, landing upon his back, unable to twist his broken body around for what would be an easier landing. mouth gasping for air as he sank immediately, he managed a whisp of air before the brine of the deep swept in. desperately kicking his paws against the current and water, he lashed out frantically, trying to save his life. he used to be so good in the water, almost as if he was more fish than he was feline. now, that ability was lost to him, treading water so desperately as the darkness of night crept into his vision like indigo tendrils, mouth working as he tried to expel the water clogging his throat and nose. he couldn't breathe and the darkness that was coming was a heavy blanket, crushing him in its hold as it swept him over, tempting his struggles to cease as he would drift in the water, memories flashing him by. what a pitiful way to die, drowning in the sea that had once been his playmate and favorite place to be.
my life is like this because I deserve it right? the thought rang through his head like a stone on a frozen lake, each word driving into his mind like daggers, heat upon his face in the form of tears that joined the sea. the agony spread through him like a wildfire, choking out the numbness he felt, I did a lot of things I'm not proud of, came the response, I'm not the best brother, or the best son. hell, im not much of a friend ... everyone leaves in the end. this life is like the sea, it falls and it rises without a care for those within its arms.
maybe the sea is made from tears?, he would think quietly as his mind broiled and fought itself, memories of his family flashing across his face, curling up on himself as if he was a newborn within his egg again. as the darkness came for him, he was mindless of the foam kissing the shore above, the frothy mark of the sea singing his final breaths away as his gaze fixed on the surface so far above, splendid and divine in its beauty, the moon a wavering shape he struggled to make out. reaching one paw towards the far away moon, would the darkness take him in a peaceful end. -
silence filled the air, the slap of water on shore awakening the loneliness within his chest, heart beating nearly frantically. ah. this hurts, he would think to himself, paw raising to touch his breast and collarbone. why was he feeling this way today? looking up at the sky, he tipped his head in quiet wonder, exhaling painfully as it dawned upon him. his birthday had come and passed, and he'd been alone again. not that he could mind, he wasn't exactly outgoing in the matter of making friends, not since she died, leaving him alone with family members too busy to see him, or those who thought themselves higher than a crippled boy.
shaking his head, he didn't want to deal with the painful thoughts within his mind, the taunts from those who had been children with him circling and crushing the breath in his chest now. paws shaking as the feeling of loneliness spread, causing his skin and muscles to tingle, throat tightening and restricting as he coughed to try to get rid of this horrid tightness. oh how he hated everytime that tears came to taunt him, they felt like fiery bullets leaving his eyes, things that could be used against him should someone see him exposing his feelings. trying to growl, the paralyzed serval shook his head, the growl choked out by even more tears. hanging his head, he would admit defeat, simply moving his body along the tiger's boardwalk. maybe he could cool off if he took a walk? he didn't know, but he was placing his bets on it. lifting his head up to the sky, he would watch the starry skies so far above, wondering what it would feel like to soar through the skies, to be so free to be able to move a body even as broken as his.
he had been getting better - he didn't know when it had changed. maybe it was the sound of children that had reminded him of things, of the past, before his accident when he had been but a child himself. how strange and fleeting those pastel dreams, weighed down and chased by darker nightmares of the accident. would he ever forgive himself for that accident? no. it was his duty as the brother, older or younger, to protect his sister and he had failed in that, and veris had ultimately died. the grief and guilt pursued him in his every waking moment, a mistake and sin he could never atone for in his mortal life.
orbs fixated on the stars, he stopped against the railing, resting his screaming lungs. he couldn't feel the pain in his legs from knocking them against the wood and whatever else had come across his path, unaware of the slight path of torn fur and ichor that he had left behind him in his movements. gritting his teeth, "it's never enough! it's never enough for you bastards, is it!?", he would yowl at the stars, ears pinned back to his head. too vocal was he to notice the creaking and groaning of the boardwalk, too late was he to feel the world tilt and crumble under himself, too frantic was he to reach for the edge of the boardwalk as the rotten wood collapsed under his body. he should have been paying attention, maybe he could have saved himself from a spill in the water. crying out in fear and surprise as the wood gave away, his voice came out in a befuddled cry, suddenly cut short as he made contact with salty water below.
impact drove the last of the air from his lungs, landing upon his back, unable to twist his broken body around for what would be an easier landing. mouth gasping for air as he sank immediately, he managed a whisp of air before the brine of the deep swept in. desperately kicking his paws against the current and water, he lashed out frantically, trying to save his life. he used to be so good in the water, almost as if he was more fish than he was feline. now, that ability was lost to him, treading water so desperately as the darkness of night crept into his vision like indigo tendrils, mouth working as he tried to expel the water clogging his throat and nose. he couldn't breathe and the darkness that was coming was a heavy blanket, crushing him in its hold as it swept him over, tempting his struggles to cease as he would drift in the water, memories flashing him by. what a pitiful way to die, drowning in the sea that had once been his playmate and favorite place to be.
my life is like this because I deserve it right? the thought rang through his head like a stone on a frozen lake, each word driving into his mind like daggers, heat upon his face in the form of tears that joined the sea. the agony spread through him like a wildfire, choking out the numbness he felt, I did a lot of things I'm not proud of, came the response, I'm not the best brother, or the best son. hell, im not much of a friend ... everyone leaves in the end. this life is like the sea, it falls and it rises without a care for those within its arms.
maybe the sea is made from tears?, he would think quietly as his mind broiled and fought itself, memories of his family flashing across his face, curling up on himself as if he was a newborn within his egg again. as the darkness came for him, he was mindless of the foam kissing the shore above, the frothy mark of the sea singing his final breaths away as his gaze fixed on the surface so far above, splendid and divine in its beauty, the moon a wavering shape he struggled to make out. reaching one paw towards the far away moon, would the darkness take him in a peaceful end. -
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