CYNIX
day met night
All his life, he had heard whispers behind his back. Some were waspish and hurried, others were spit in his very face when he was only a small gangly creature of all limbs and awkward angles. Abomination. Heathen. Creature. He'd heard it all as he'd grown and somehow... somehow it had never affected him as it had his twin, Siavax. Their sister would never know what they had endured, being raised in Solterra as she was, oh no. She was lucky, or so Cynix believed, as he hiked up to the peak. For once in his life... he wished for some sort of peace, some sort of validation on his existence. His mother loved him, his father loved him, his family loved him, but the people of the court he was born in to viewed him through skewed eyes and bared their teeth at him from the shadows.
Perhaps Caligo would have an answer for him, or at least some sense of peace.
The amethyst and ivory man had felt the shudders of the world under his hooves, the tremble and groan of the earth, the rocks. He had seen the Summit, but now he trekked elsewhere, to seek out the statue of his ruling deity, of Caligo. She too, had suffered at the whims of those that saw her different, and in his heavy heart, he wanted to know what he could do. He was no deity, he was only a mortal, barely out of being a boy. Young, so very much swayed by hatred aimed at him like barbed hooks, to dig in to his flesh and tear at him.
So as he walked, he finally came to a halt, coral eyes wide and his wings flaring out as his heart leapt up in to his throat. Tears pricked at those eyes, and he shuffled forward on feathered legs, letting out a noise from the back of his throat that was torn and ragged, his body shivering.
There was nothing left of the once proud statue of Caligo. Rubble lay in its place, and he felt his knees buckle a moment, the hope he had held on such fragile strings suddenly sinking as they snapped away. "Oh no.. what have they done...?" His heart ached as he stepped forward, and his head dropped as tears shone in those eyes. "Caligo... where...?" There wasn't much on the ground, flakes and bits of rubble that could have just come from the shakes of the earth, rather than a statue.
All the same, he ached. He ached and felt his insides tighten, his chest grow heavy with the weight of reality. This was... a surprise. He had come for his worship, for an answer perhaps in the form of wordless guidance, but instead there was naught but an indentation where a statue had once stood, proud and sparkling as the night skies over the court that had forsaken him so.
Cynix drew in a shaking breath, blinking stinging eyes as his hooves shifted, and he lowered his head, pressing his nose to where the statue had once stood, a pedestal bare of any deity that had been there. "I came for advice, Caligo... but you are gone. Perhaps I was not meant for this, for anything. I was to be nothing but some abominable child, born between Solterra and Denocte. My parents... they love one another, but... in Denocte. They see me, my brother.. they see us as nothing but unnatural creations. Something that should not be. I wish you were here, Caligo, just to see your face, and perhaps gain peace. I've only lived three years yet I feel as if it's been an eternity. I'm tired, so tired... of feeling like I do not belong."
His voice hitched, and Cynix drew his head up and back, tucking his chin to his chest as the wings behind his ears fluttered and cupped against his skull.
He wanted a home, perhaps a beam of hope. Something. Anything.. to make him feel as if he belonged. Even if his words were spoken to nothing but empty air.
Perhaps Caligo would have an answer for him, or at least some sense of peace.
The amethyst and ivory man had felt the shudders of the world under his hooves, the tremble and groan of the earth, the rocks. He had seen the Summit, but now he trekked elsewhere, to seek out the statue of his ruling deity, of Caligo. She too, had suffered at the whims of those that saw her different, and in his heavy heart, he wanted to know what he could do. He was no deity, he was only a mortal, barely out of being a boy. Young, so very much swayed by hatred aimed at him like barbed hooks, to dig in to his flesh and tear at him.
So as he walked, he finally came to a halt, coral eyes wide and his wings flaring out as his heart leapt up in to his throat. Tears pricked at those eyes, and he shuffled forward on feathered legs, letting out a noise from the back of his throat that was torn and ragged, his body shivering.
There was nothing left of the once proud statue of Caligo. Rubble lay in its place, and he felt his knees buckle a moment, the hope he had held on such fragile strings suddenly sinking as they snapped away. "Oh no.. what have they done...?" His heart ached as he stepped forward, and his head dropped as tears shone in those eyes. "Caligo... where...?" There wasn't much on the ground, flakes and bits of rubble that could have just come from the shakes of the earth, rather than a statue.
All the same, he ached. He ached and felt his insides tighten, his chest grow heavy with the weight of reality. This was... a surprise. He had come for his worship, for an answer perhaps in the form of wordless guidance, but instead there was naught but an indentation where a statue had once stood, proud and sparkling as the night skies over the court that had forsaken him so.
Cynix drew in a shaking breath, blinking stinging eyes as his hooves shifted, and he lowered his head, pressing his nose to where the statue had once stood, a pedestal bare of any deity that had been there. "I came for advice, Caligo... but you are gone. Perhaps I was not meant for this, for anything. I was to be nothing but some abominable child, born between Solterra and Denocte. My parents... they love one another, but... in Denocte. They see me, my brother.. they see us as nothing but unnatural creations. Something that should not be. I wish you were here, Caligo, just to see your face, and perhaps gain peace. I've only lived three years yet I feel as if it's been an eternity. I'm tired, so tired... of feeling like I do not belong."
His voice hitched, and Cynix drew his head up and back, tucking his chin to his chest as the wings behind his ears fluttered and cupped against his skull.
He wanted a home, perhaps a beam of hope. Something. Anything.. to make him feel as if he belonged. Even if his words were spoken to nothing but empty air.
@Random Events || please leave my poor boy be, he just wants to pray in peace for Caligo
