I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter,
The tower that casts a shade
***
The tower that casts a shade
***
Nobody liked politics. It was a bit like urination, in the sense that the only people who seemed to enjoy it were the ones who served to benefit from it or the sick creeps that got off on that kind of thing. Raymond took advantage of it where he could, but that was because in politics others were almost disappointingly predictable and self-serving.
That he could both be the primal creature and slither into the ugly gutters of politics was testament only to his adaptability. Not all beasts are noble.
He took the painted mare's responsive - somehow both an acknowledgement and dismissal - in perfect stride, straightening only in response to her intentions toward a departure. Raymond could not hold her here, knew that Calliope would be restless without her loved ones close at hand, but neither would he give voice to the error in Shrike's words. She had already paid a hefty enough price to earn her personal freedom a dozen times over, even if she did not remember it.
"I'll keep in touch," he replied instead. Calliope would stay and Shrike would go, but bonds are not forged in common territory but in common blood. They had all shared that - if not here, then elsewhere. Distance could not wrest that from them.
He watched her go, tilting his head pensively, and said nothing more.
That he could both be the primal creature and slither into the ugly gutters of politics was testament only to his adaptability. Not all beasts are noble.
He took the painted mare's responsive - somehow both an acknowledgement and dismissal - in perfect stride, straightening only in response to her intentions toward a departure. Raymond could not hold her here, knew that Calliope would be restless without her loved ones close at hand, but neither would he give voice to the error in Shrike's words. She had already paid a hefty enough price to earn her personal freedom a dozen times over, even if she did not remember it.
"I'll keep in touch," he replied instead. Calliope would stay and Shrike would go, but bonds are not forged in common territory but in common blood. They had all shared that - if not here, then elsewhere. Distance could not wrest that from them.
He watched her go, tilting his head pensively, and said nothing more.
***
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
@Shrike | whoooosh
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