CYNIX
day met night
This wasn't the first time he had wandered from home without his brother or mother, but it is the first time he's wandered so far from home. It isn't as if it's a bad thing, he's two and he has his wits about him, he'd finally grown in to his legs, in to his body. Of course, he'd grow a little taller but at the moment, he was mostly filled out, enough to tower over his mother a good chunk of the time and have to lean down to nuzzle her properly.
Honestly, he'd been curious about this place ever since he had met Isorath, and he found himself meandering about Denocte, until he finally kicked himself in the rear and decided to come out here. The Dusk Court. The kirin had told him about it -- he glanced about, wondering if Isorath was around -- and it was a beautiful place, he found. There was a sense of peace here, and the eyes of the locals didn't sear in to him like those in his homeland. They were curious, but not accusing of him, of his heritage.
It felt good to wander about a place with others, where they wouldn't glare or hiss between their teeth on his 'foul' heritage. It felt good, too, to be somewhere and feel free for once.
Honestly, he'd been curious about this place ever since he had met Isorath, and he found himself meandering about Denocte, until he finally kicked himself in the rear and decided to come out here. The Dusk Court. The kirin had told him about it -- he glanced about, wondering if Isorath was around -- and it was a beautiful place, he found. There was a sense of peace here, and the eyes of the locals didn't sear in to him like those in his homeland. They were curious, but not accusing of him, of his heritage.
It felt good to wander about a place with others, where they wouldn't glare or hiss between their teeth on his 'foul' heritage. It felt good, too, to be somewhere and feel free for once.
for any! || ugh i love my smol feather boy
