Post by fleabittengray on Apr 20, 2024 3:15:07 GMT -7
Decay
You leapt from crumbling bridges
Watching cityscapes turn to dust
Watching cityscapes turn to dust
He had spoken with Reth after her return to Dark Woods. They had spent time together, alone, and Decay was still trying to process some of the emotions that had brought to the surface. He remembered when she had returned to Dark Woods, how he couldn't stop looking at her and feeling like his heart was being ripped to pieces. He remembered standing guard as her, Vojorn and the children slept (or attempted to). He had not allowed even herd members to approach them, not until they were all properly rested, taking his duty as guard seriously. Perhaps too seriously, for he refused to stand down and sleep himself until he was sure all four equines had been rested. And even then, since their return, he had been struggling more with his insomnia and nightmares. He felt like he'd failed them, like he didn't deserve their support or to live in their home. Some days he wondered if he should just leave, run away, flee from Wild Equines and never return or look back. Start a new life somewhere else. Again. But then he would remember his conversation with Reth, or think about Rascal and her nonsense conversations she was always so determined to have with him, or of Crow and his loyalty. If not them, then the thought of Karina and her sweet daughter Kaelea. How they had forgiven him for being so aggressive upon first meeting them. Forgiveness he didn't feel he'd deserved and yet, they had both become loyal to him. Friends to him. And then there was Avinash, the goddamn King, trusting him to help hunt down the one who had attacked a former Queen of his. Decay had found Hound, which had ultimately led to him being chased out of the Dark Kingdom. Decay may have had to abandon his own fight with Hound, but he knew in his heart it had been the right decision - to allow others to come back with reinforcements and take down the whole operation.
Decay knew he had done nothing horribly wrong in Wild Equines. He'd taken down assaulters and murders, either by ending the lives if necessary, or running them out of Wild Equines with warnings never to return. He had done his best, tried his hardest, to make Wild Equines a safe place. Yet, he'd failed to keep even his own herd safe. Dark Woods still had members that were missing. And he could not rest until everyone was home safe - hopefully, all in one piece, too, but he had his doubts. He grit his teeth at the thought, ears pinning against his skull, and he pushed onward through the graveyard without hesitation. He did not become frightened by the shadows that lingered here as the sun began to rise. He did not fear the whispers in the wind, alleged to be the voices of the dead. Decay had never really had much experience with the dead, but he did think that anything dead should be just that: dead. The Afterlife unsettled him. He didn't think he would want to come back as an immortal once he finally died... wouldn't try peace be just the warm embrace of death and nothingness?
Maybe he was just crazy. Or maybe it was the rest of the world that was crazy. But Decay did not see the point in angels and demons. There had been no such thing where he'd come from; the humans had been diabolical enough without adding demonic entities on top of it all. He figured not even the Underworld could come close to the chaos and bloodshed he'd suffered through for the first portion of his life. Not wanting to be overwhelmed with flashbacks and memories, Decay pushed all thoughts of his past aside and continued to walk through the graveyard. The air was foggy, the clouds swirling around his mass as he moved, and every sound seemed muffled in the territory. It made him be on high alert, ears on a constant swivel, eyes trying to peer through the fog to see if anyone else was around.
"speech"
Decay / 682 / openDecay knew he had done nothing horribly wrong in Wild Equines. He'd taken down assaulters and murders, either by ending the lives if necessary, or running them out of Wild Equines with warnings never to return. He had done his best, tried his hardest, to make Wild Equines a safe place. Yet, he'd failed to keep even his own herd safe. Dark Woods still had members that were missing. And he could not rest until everyone was home safe - hopefully, all in one piece, too, but he had his doubts. He grit his teeth at the thought, ears pinning against his skull, and he pushed onward through the graveyard without hesitation. He did not become frightened by the shadows that lingered here as the sun began to rise. He did not fear the whispers in the wind, alleged to be the voices of the dead. Decay had never really had much experience with the dead, but he did think that anything dead should be just that: dead. The Afterlife unsettled him. He didn't think he would want to come back as an immortal once he finally died... wouldn't try peace be just the warm embrace of death and nothingness?
Maybe he was just crazy. Or maybe it was the rest of the world that was crazy. But Decay did not see the point in angels and demons. There had been no such thing where he'd come from; the humans had been diabolical enough without adding demonic entities on top of it all. He figured not even the Underworld could come close to the chaos and bloodshed he'd suffered through for the first portion of his life. Not wanting to be overwhelmed with flashbacks and memories, Decay pushed all thoughts of his past aside and continued to walk through the graveyard. The air was foggy, the clouds swirling around his mass as he moved, and every sound seemed muffled in the territory. It made him be on high alert, ears on a constant swivel, eyes trying to peer through the fog to see if anyone else was around.
"speech"
notes | this is open to anyone/anything - drama allowed, but bonus points for a more chill and laid back thread!
timeline | 9 years 4 months, early spring, sunrise