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He's moody and irritable.
Makeda's sudden appearance into the world of living had left him reeling, spinning. Everything is changed now and it's left him in a sad state of paralysis; unable to move forward with his life.
He's not entirely sure what he should be feeling. Betrayal? Relief? Anger? He believed her dead and she had let him believe it for years. What kind of a person does that?
A Davke woman, of course he thinks in a tired, resigned sort of way. And why would he assume that Makeda would act any differently when she had always done what she wanted, what was best for her?
He's tired of the snow, tired of the cold. That's what he tells himself as he leaves the borders of Solterra behind, but in his heart he knows it's a lie. He cannot be near her, not now. Now who's more a woman? he scoffs at himself and his need for "space". He should be hardened and calloused, as Davke life had fashioned him to be.
But he goes anyway, not wanting to face her stirking violet eyes and demure lips. He can't. Not again. Not when he had let her go, had finally moved on. But had he really moved on? He couldn't honestly say but it was certainly a nice thought.
And so he fulfills the need to be somewhere he's never been before. He finds himself climbing in the mountains, sweat lathering his skin even though it is the dead of winter. He's no longer sure if he's in Solterra or Denocte, and finds he doesn't care, even though he's never stepped hoof outside of Solterra before. Up here the air is cold and clear and he can breathe more freely.
these scars long have yearned for your tender caress
to bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own --- |
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@Isra
09-22-2018, 08:49 PM
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