Post by opossum on Dec 14, 2013 6:23:08 GMT -8
"Snicker...snack, off with the dragons head~" Pyral lets out to himself. So much happening in this last few weeks. Nightmares, dreams, glamour. Imagination slowly being drained by the duldrum of the cold. The smithy's hammer that is the eternal night that has yet to have it's sun rise to the morn in it's stead. Staring out his window. A pathfinder book gripped in hand, flipping through it's pages. Such a mockery of the way fantasy is, how fantasized it all can be. The book is set down, followed by a sigh. Rubbing his arms, cold. It was always cold.
The window blinds close, a black curtain pulled atop them. A quick thought and a grunt lead to a crackle of sinew, bone and flesh. Fur, pelt, teeth, and eyes. Sitting down, a mastery of brutality, a monster of a friend. The Apasum definitely a sight to be seen even amongst his own kind. In this form, the winter was warm. The world was warm. Gaia, the house, the whole of the dreaming felt warm again. Less and less time spent outside. More time spent with friends...but how long can it last? He puzzles and sits, flopping into the nest-like bed corner of his room. Staring up at the ceiling, the world spinning around him.
" It's like there's one thing we know that's causing this issue....a woman of stature, profoundly declaring that night and winter will rule the land, that only the strong shall survive. Truly, the strong would survive, that is nature, but all deserve a chance, and those that would fall short should be helped....But I conflict." he growls under his breath. The words slipping from the Apasum's lips grainy, gritty, a growl of a voice if ever heard. " Always, always, ALWAYS. Feeling the same, but flopping back and forth!" he rolls in his bed, hands to the side of his head," The greed, and The wisdom, My self, my kin. I wish for both But I can't acheive them. To focus one, leads loss to the other." he growls heartily and curls up," If only my friends were Apasum. Understanding would follow. They could learn from the Thirteen...they could LEARN from the nine of Coyote. See the world as I see it, find new breath, new inspiration from the love of two worlds blanketing your soul like so many relatives..." he sulks...,"....relatives....family..." he shudders," For all my worth worth, there's so little to be proud of. That is fear. understand...I will understand it. Fear has it's time, fear has it's purpose, but not here. No. No No No No No No NO." he slams his fist into his bed-stand," Ugh....". Grabbing at his leather-bound book, a pen. His large but dextrous hands flipping through the pages till he gets to the proper page.
"Your hands bring corruption to all that they touch, But none can make you pay. If we can not make them pay for the country they harm, for the world they rot. Then they WILL pay, they will pay for all the lives and the souls of the lost, the damned, the forgotten, and the honored. That will come in time, but we have to bring down what they stand on. What you stand on. Your high-chair is held by pillars, and the pillars are what need to fall. When all of those pillars have been wrought to naught but ash, then fire will warm your supple flesh till you crumble beneath the feat of the world. " He rubs his chin a bit," Side-note.....when did I get all poet-y? Hmm. Whatever. Least people understand me more....even though they listen less."
The window blinds close, a black curtain pulled atop them. A quick thought and a grunt lead to a crackle of sinew, bone and flesh. Fur, pelt, teeth, and eyes. Sitting down, a mastery of brutality, a monster of a friend. The Apasum definitely a sight to be seen even amongst his own kind. In this form, the winter was warm. The world was warm. Gaia, the house, the whole of the dreaming felt warm again. Less and less time spent outside. More time spent with friends...but how long can it last? He puzzles and sits, flopping into the nest-like bed corner of his room. Staring up at the ceiling, the world spinning around him.
" It's like there's one thing we know that's causing this issue....a woman of stature, profoundly declaring that night and winter will rule the land, that only the strong shall survive. Truly, the strong would survive, that is nature, but all deserve a chance, and those that would fall short should be helped....But I conflict." he growls under his breath. The words slipping from the Apasum's lips grainy, gritty, a growl of a voice if ever heard. " Always, always, ALWAYS. Feeling the same, but flopping back and forth!" he rolls in his bed, hands to the side of his head," The greed, and The wisdom, My self, my kin. I wish for both But I can't acheive them. To focus one, leads loss to the other." he growls heartily and curls up," If only my friends were Apasum. Understanding would follow. They could learn from the Thirteen...they could LEARN from the nine of Coyote. See the world as I see it, find new breath, new inspiration from the love of two worlds blanketing your soul like so many relatives..." he sulks...,"....relatives....family..." he shudders," For all my worth worth, there's so little to be proud of. That is fear. understand...I will understand it. Fear has it's time, fear has it's purpose, but not here. No. No No No No No No NO." he slams his fist into his bed-stand," Ugh....". Grabbing at his leather-bound book, a pen. His large but dextrous hands flipping through the pages till he gets to the proper page.
"Your hands bring corruption to all that they touch, But none can make you pay. If we can not make them pay for the country they harm, for the world they rot. Then they WILL pay, they will pay for all the lives and the souls of the lost, the damned, the forgotten, and the honored. That will come in time, but we have to bring down what they stand on. What you stand on. Your high-chair is held by pillars, and the pillars are what need to fall. When all of those pillars have been wrought to naught but ash, then fire will warm your supple flesh till you crumble beneath the feat of the world. " He rubs his chin a bit," Side-note.....when did I get all poet-y? Hmm. Whatever. Least people understand me more....even though they listen less."