CYNIX
day met night
The gates were closed, and behind them were his mother, his brother. The gates were locked, and Araxes stayed behind, but Cynix refused to be trapped by his own court, by his own regime. For 'safety' they had said, yet he never felt more unsafe in a land when there were others that whispered sharp words behind his back and glared daggers in to him.
Old prejudices were surfacing again, and he had left them behind. He refused to sink in to that again.
Instead, Cynix had turned toward the Day Court. Dusk was where he would settle, he knew that much, but there was no harm in visiting his father and sister, was there? Granted, the Solterrans were known as warriors and he was a soft hearted young man, but that didn't stop him from braving the dry lands, his hooves kicking up dust behind him as he made his way to the court itself. Perhaps if he could speak to them... the Regime, perhaps something could be done, could be settled.
It wasn't as if the Regime were attacking Denocte, it was isolated incidents, wasn't it? Couldn't the two Sovereigns talk? He wasn't sure how it would work but it was better than sheltering behind closed gates like a bunch of children with a sign outside saying 'no outsiders allowed!' in big and bold letters.
All the same, he came to a standstill when his hooves brushed against harder surface, his head lifting and wings splaying to release the heat that had built up. It was sweltering here, but he expected no less from them.
Old prejudices were surfacing again, and he had left them behind. He refused to sink in to that again.
Instead, Cynix had turned toward the Day Court. Dusk was where he would settle, he knew that much, but there was no harm in visiting his father and sister, was there? Granted, the Solterrans were known as warriors and he was a soft hearted young man, but that didn't stop him from braving the dry lands, his hooves kicking up dust behind him as he made his way to the court itself. Perhaps if he could speak to them... the Regime, perhaps something could be done, could be settled.
It wasn't as if the Regime were attacking Denocte, it was isolated incidents, wasn't it? Couldn't the two Sovereigns talk? He wasn't sure how it would work but it was better than sheltering behind closed gates like a bunch of children with a sign outside saying 'no outsiders allowed!' in big and bold letters.
All the same, he came to a standstill when his hooves brushed against harder surface, his head lifting and wings splaying to release the heat that had built up. It was sweltering here, but he expected no less from them.
@ any! || blep. maybe he won't find prejudice here? lololol
