Solanis
Ruwin
He was a terror born from pieces of the slain gods. A slapdash, ragtag being formed by the rift in its attempts to survive. A being that had helped their world swallow another. One might find it rather sad, how this dying world struggled to hand onto life. Some could see it as inspirational. Many saw it as vile. An evil place that festered with disease and corruption. Ruwin cared little about any of it. He had never cared much for the gods, nor the ones who had brought the disease upon this land. They all had reaped their rewards and left everyone else to deal with the mess. Yet here he was, watching the monstrosity born from a hodgepodge of parts and chaos as he stood before a small crowd of curious, maybe even hopeful, onlookers.
Ruwin, like Raein, hung back. Not because he was disconcerted with the being before him. Nothing fazed him. He had been born in this land after all. No. He simply stood back a ways because he had little desire to socialize with others. Least of all the black mare that had appeared from the shadows seconds before he had arrived. Thankfully she had not seen him. Though he doubted that she would put on her usual display around others. Not unless she was trying to toy with someone here. Still, he did not want to be bothered by these equine. That would mean he would have to socialize. That was never a good idea. So he remained where he was among the foliage, not really hidden, but not completely exposed, doing what he did best. Watching.
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Ruwin, like Raein, hung back. Not because he was disconcerted with the being before him. Nothing fazed him. He had been born in this land after all. No. He simply stood back a ways because he had little desire to socialize with others. Least of all the black mare that had appeared from the shadows seconds before he had arrived. Thankfully she had not seen him. Though he doubted that she would put on her usual display around others. Not unless she was trying to toy with someone here. Still, he did not want to be bothered by these equine. That would mean he would have to socialize. That was never a good idea. So he remained where he was among the foliage, not really hidden, but not completely exposed, doing what he did best. Watching.
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Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears
I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears
I have not forgotten you,
but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb
I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears
I have not forgotten you,
but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb
OOC: So short. xD Ruwin is such a creeper as he stands a ways off from everyone else. He be watching you!
