Post by Whipster on Jan 26, 2015 7:05:37 GMT -7
DARKNESS RISES WHEN
theirs nothing left to say, take it as it is, you've lived another day
Lucien was a handsome boy; his eyes twinkled, something from the heavens above, and his father was more than pleased. The old Titan had worried, terribly so, after escorting his love to the meadow, forced to stay behind. But oh, when they returned to him he had never felt so sure about anything. Years of a tortured life now left him looking exuberant in his old age, wise and surely stricken with a permanent smile. Charlie grabbed his darling Adrasteia, kissed her cheek and sighed into her skin whilst gazing down at his prodigy. Was it not a blessing enough to have her, all of her, but now a son? One who yearned to learn more, had ambition beneath his silvery eyes and the old beast felt confident about his boy. Lucien was curious, as any child, but was adamant about keeping close to his mother. Constantly worried she was not in safe hands.
The older stallion looked about their small thicket by the valley, the only place that his lover wanted to be, and questioned what path he would take. It was a mere week or two since his son had first taken life, and with age had come peace. Something he knew must come to everyone. Charlie wondered what had become of the two black knights, Castro and Cicero, who were sad and lonely and had lost it all. His own fault, maybe? Had the dunskin started their path of depression? None the less, he wanted amends. And to make Steia happy, he would have dove head first into Mount Socora. To ensure that they would have safe travels, the bigger stallion went first. For the first time in a long time, he felt cautious and weary of where he went or took his kin. He was not sprite like and powerful anymore, merely weakened by age. He was not the protector he once was, and such a shame wasn't it? The thoughts shook from his mind, heading forward once again and grinning as he listened to his sons cheerful tones. The boy had quite the voice on him for a young one, baritone and deep, authority like — but he could lull even the meanest of monsters to sleep.
"...who is grand father?" Charlie heard the boy ask, turning his large crown to him and clearing his own throat. "Castro is a king, son. Much like myself, and even you. He made himself a place in this world," he retorted with a grin, lifting his posture up and quickening his pace just slight. Steia would be fine with or without them, and he was always sure to never stray too far, for the sake of them and their anxieties. Charlie loved the closeness, something he had never had even with Simba or his previous children. It was new. It was...relaxing, almost.
Lucien was the first to make way into the valley, spindle legs lifted in a dance, exhaling sharp greetings into the air to announce their arrival. He wanted to seem fierce, with his sharply carved bones and broad chest, or the glow in his eye. Castro was a king. This was a thought in his mind every second his little hooves touched ground, where determination would send bursts of warmth up his body and make him smirk a little to himself. He felt royal, on his way to meet his grandfather and uncle, to be displayed like some delicate crown.
And Charlie could do nothing but smile, coming to a stop and glancing backward at Steia, waiting for her to catch up the couple feet he had departed.
The older stallion looked about their small thicket by the valley, the only place that his lover wanted to be, and questioned what path he would take. It was a mere week or two since his son had first taken life, and with age had come peace. Something he knew must come to everyone. Charlie wondered what had become of the two black knights, Castro and Cicero, who were sad and lonely and had lost it all. His own fault, maybe? Had the dunskin started their path of depression? None the less, he wanted amends. And to make Steia happy, he would have dove head first into Mount Socora. To ensure that they would have safe travels, the bigger stallion went first. For the first time in a long time, he felt cautious and weary of where he went or took his kin. He was not sprite like and powerful anymore, merely weakened by age. He was not the protector he once was, and such a shame wasn't it? The thoughts shook from his mind, heading forward once again and grinning as he listened to his sons cheerful tones. The boy had quite the voice on him for a young one, baritone and deep, authority like — but he could lull even the meanest of monsters to sleep.
"...who is grand father?" Charlie heard the boy ask, turning his large crown to him and clearing his own throat. "Castro is a king, son. Much like myself, and even you. He made himself a place in this world," he retorted with a grin, lifting his posture up and quickening his pace just slight. Steia would be fine with or without them, and he was always sure to never stray too far, for the sake of them and their anxieties. Charlie loved the closeness, something he had never had even with Simba or his previous children. It was new. It was...relaxing, almost.
Lucien was the first to make way into the valley, spindle legs lifted in a dance, exhaling sharp greetings into the air to announce their arrival. He wanted to seem fierce, with his sharply carved bones and broad chest, or the glow in his eye. Castro was a king. This was a thought in his mind every second his little hooves touched ground, where determination would send bursts of warmth up his body and make him smirk a little to himself. He felt royal, on his way to meet his grandfather and uncle, to be displayed like some delicate crown.
And Charlie could do nothing but smile, coming to a stop and glancing backward at Steia, waiting for her to catch up the couple feet he had departed.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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