Solanis
08-22-2017, 02:46 PM
He buried his broad nose in the sun flowers, let them burn his skin—his fetlocks already blistered and bruised—for it felt easier than watching her in silence. These days, it felt like silence was all he had. He saw them from underneath his cloak, but he could not join them. He heard them and he felt them and he tasted them on his tongue each time he breathed in, but no words passed his lips.
In part, it felt futile. So many of them doused him in vitriol whenever they had the chance. It had one of three effects: it made him angry, it made him sad, or it did absolutely nothing.
They were a mountain he could not climb, and to destroy it would bury him in the rubble. He found himself losing faith and heart, listening in the long hours of darkness to what he had once been, before his.. revelation. It was a thing of cynicism and rationality, he told himself, a choice made, but one that presented life in a frustrating light.
An unruly world. A people that would not obey his every command without thought. No, in order to achieve anything, he would have to win them, but how?
“I lived here once.”
"As did I," Reszo said with Kaos's mouth. There was no bitterness in his voice, it passed from the shadow beast merely as an observation, while the wolf within remembered dark pathways and hidden sins. Kisamoa pulled his blistered muzzle from the heat of the flowers, and watched her. He smelled anger, but he did not hear it, and it confused him. Why this information that refused to add up..? He blinked, and let his eyes watch hers, drink in the green of life and forests, the green of memory, the.. the green that wasn't teal-and-black death. Somehow disturbed by it, he turned his twisting neck to watch his own body. Gods, he was a mess, wasn't he?
Alysanne was far more pleasant to look at, so he turned his gaze back to her. "Are..." He hesitated, and thought of Castiella in the beach, and what she had told him of loss and lands. Kaos licked his scorched lips. "Are you happy, to be here again?"
In part, it felt futile. So many of them doused him in vitriol whenever they had the chance. It had one of three effects: it made him angry, it made him sad, or it did absolutely nothing.
They were a mountain he could not climb, and to destroy it would bury him in the rubble. He found himself losing faith and heart, listening in the long hours of darkness to what he had once been, before his.. revelation. It was a thing of cynicism and rationality, he told himself, a choice made, but one that presented life in a frustrating light.
An unruly world. A people that would not obey his every command without thought. No, in order to achieve anything, he would have to win them, but how?
“I lived here once.”
"As did I," Reszo said with Kaos's mouth. There was no bitterness in his voice, it passed from the shadow beast merely as an observation, while the wolf within remembered dark pathways and hidden sins. Kisamoa pulled his blistered muzzle from the heat of the flowers, and watched her. He smelled anger, but he did not hear it, and it confused him. Why this information that refused to add up..? He blinked, and let his eyes watch hers, drink in the green of life and forests, the green of memory, the.. the green that wasn't teal-and-black death. Somehow disturbed by it, he turned his twisting neck to watch his own body. Gods, he was a mess, wasn't he?
Alysanne was far more pleasant to look at, so he turned his gaze back to her. "Are..." He hesitated, and thought of Castiella in the beach, and what she had told him of loss and lands. Kaos licked his scorched lips. "Are you happy, to be here again?"
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
