Halyven
01-29-2018, 03:32 AM
Ruwin
Mountains rise, towers fall, and oceans turn to sand as time continues to flow. Relentless, merciless. And no matter how hard one tries to deny it, to fight against it, things change. Time drums on and the world continues to turn. The Rift was evidence of the changes that come with time. Its slow decent into chaos that those with hope were now trying to halt. The way it shed lands and devoured new ones as its own makeup and landscape transformed. It all changed. Evolved. Dissolved.
Life, death. Peace, war. Everything would ultimately be irreversibly transformed by the passage of time as events unfolded and worlds ended. Even this mighty city, once thriving and beautiful, had been unable to escape the passage of time. As the clock ticked on events moved into place that would cause its downfall. Nothing stood forever. Now the stones crumbled to dust, many buildings merely a ghost of what they once were. Eventually it would be nothing but dust, bones buried beneath sand. Eventually he to would be bones left to turn to dust. The metal wings that once belonged to his father, rusting away.
Some may remember him, for a time. But eventually, like all things, he would be forgotten. Survived by no one, missed by none. Blue eyes gazed up at the tower that jutted towards the sky, as if challenging time to forget about it. To bring it down to its knees and trample it into dust. It stood, battered and broken, a testament to the builders who created it. The wanderer wondered what would posses anyone to build such a thing. An effort to always be remembered? To make a stamp in their own time that would be gazed upon for generations to come. It worked, sort of. The stallion did not doubt that this strange tower would remain standing for many more years, but the names of those who built it were lost.
Moving away from the focal point of the dead city the stallion wandered the streets. he knew not the name of the land. It was a new addition to his home, swallowed alongside the horses of Helovia. Most likely this was one of their cities. The Watcher did not care for it. Garish and flamboyant. had he been told the history of this place, he would not be surprised by how it fell. Nor would he have had pity upon its inhabitants. In truth, he would think they had it coming. But he knew nothing about the land or its history and cared little about it. The past was come and gone. What interested him was how this land would serve the Rift in the future.
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Life, death. Peace, war. Everything would ultimately be irreversibly transformed by the passage of time as events unfolded and worlds ended. Even this mighty city, once thriving and beautiful, had been unable to escape the passage of time. As the clock ticked on events moved into place that would cause its downfall. Nothing stood forever. Now the stones crumbled to dust, many buildings merely a ghost of what they once were. Eventually it would be nothing but dust, bones buried beneath sand. Eventually he to would be bones left to turn to dust. The metal wings that once belonged to his father, rusting away.
Some may remember him, for a time. But eventually, like all things, he would be forgotten. Survived by no one, missed by none. Blue eyes gazed up at the tower that jutted towards the sky, as if challenging time to forget about it. To bring it down to its knees and trample it into dust. It stood, battered and broken, a testament to the builders who created it. The wanderer wondered what would posses anyone to build such a thing. An effort to always be remembered? To make a stamp in their own time that would be gazed upon for generations to come. It worked, sort of. The stallion did not doubt that this strange tower would remain standing for many more years, but the names of those who built it were lost.
Moving away from the focal point of the dead city the stallion wandered the streets. he knew not the name of the land. It was a new addition to his home, swallowed alongside the horses of Helovia. Most likely this was one of their cities. The Watcher did not care for it. Garish and flamboyant. had he been told the history of this place, he would not be surprised by how it fell. Nor would he have had pity upon its inhabitants. In truth, he would think they had it coming. But he knew nothing about the land or its history and cared little about it. The past was come and gone. What interested him was how this land would serve the Rift in the future.
talk talk talk talk
I used to recognize myself
Funny how reflections change
Funny how reflections change
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Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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