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Incantations
Trial Solanis 
Vynter the Hopebringer
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For once it would seem that he was not the only one who was enraptured by silence. He wasn't going to be the first to break it either. So it was when the unicorn finally broke their intense staring contest did Vynter get to hear his voice. Yet his question seemed oh so interesting. Who was Vynter anyway? Well, he was the son of Miykael and December, sister to Fenyx. He was awkward and confusing to interact with but he had an insatiable curiosity that had yet been quenched. He was gentle and kind although you wouldn't think it, and even though his main priority was to explore and research most would say his second was to help those in need.

This came forth in his mind when this man had asked a rather panicked question, beseeching someone help him to understand. Although Vynter didn't know exactly how to do that, or where the sudden outburst came from, it seemed only logical in his mind to at least try and answer. So he began to step a little closer to this man with delicate designs and deer antlers for a crown. That was until the next question left from his ivory lips.

Now maybe it was because of how he had left his meeting with Valkyrie and Rosco, or because it had been a long, hot day and his mind was growing tired. But for once in his life as Vynter calmly looked into those condescending eyes something seemed to just rub him entirely the wrong way. But the paint was never one that acted quickly, oh no, he needed to process the question as he did all others beforehand. Yet even as he did the world seemed to slow down around them, ready to stop at any moment as his mind began to rapidly pick up its pace in thought.

What kept crossing his mind was not only the man's question, but the questions others had about the same thing in his small lifespan. And with these came images of judgemental eyes, concerned stares and genuinely misplaced curiosity. And they began to go even faster, mixing in with conversations he would hear his father having with adults, who would ask how his son was to survive with such a grotesque birth defect. Would he ever have children they would say. What mare would find him pretty enough to want to let him sow his seed within her. Now to his father's credit he was always fiercely protective of him, always shutting down those who saw him as a flaw to be hidden away. Him and Fenyx saw nothing different about him, only loved and cherished who he was.

But they still couldn't protect him from the stares, the questions, the images of everyone flashing in his mind who claimed he didn't look right. And at the end of it all, the main thing that stuck out in the yearling's mind was the look of distaste on Valkyrie's beautiful complexion. How she had brushed him away like trash and cooed to Rosco, because Rosco was big and strong and had beautiful wings. And Vynter was nothing but wrong, wrong, wrong,-

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," amidst his deep thoughts he had failed to notice he had been saying the word aloud. He had failed to notice the fat tears falling down his cheeks and the way his head swayed back and forth in a negative motion. He had failed to notice how his body shook from uncontrollable sobs as all at once he looked back up at this man with hurt and anger in his eyes. And even though the boy wanted to yell mean and nasty things, to run forth and attempt to tear at the man's flawless skin, everything in his mind was telling him no, that there wasn't a point, because he would always be...

"WRONG!" he bellowed suddenly, it sounding halfhearted simply because Vynter never yelled. But he did and it felt terrible and liberating all at once. And as the tears fell and his sobs overtook him he finally made movement. Attempting to ram his head against the side of Rixen's shoulder, his teeth had been bared in pain and his expression simply distraught. Should he actually make a connection there would be no force behind it. If anything it would be a simple bump, and his head would rest there as he gasped for air. He would try again, and it would result in yet another futile attempt, because no matter how angry or hurt the boy was he could never try and hurt someone as they did him.

How could it be that in everyone's eyes all Vynter was was wrong, when at the end of the day all he did was try to do everything right.


Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


@Rixen - so uh here's a thing... have fun bye!


Messages In This Thread
Incantations - by Rixen - 02-24-2018, 05:18 AM
RE: Incantations - by Vynter - 02-24-2018, 05:53 AM
RE: Incantations - by Rixen - 02-26-2018, 06:35 AM
RE: Incantations - by Vynter - 02-26-2018, 02:30 PM
RE: Incantations - by Rixen - 03-07-2018, 02:13 AM
RE: Incantations - by Vynter - 03-09-2018, 07:09 PM
RE: Incantations - by Rixen - 03-14-2018, 12:07 AM
RE: Incantations - by Vynter - 03-16-2018, 03:13 AM
RE: Incantations - by Rixen - 03-16-2018, 06:33 AM