and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
”Anything can heal – and everything can change – if it is only given time.”
The words of the weary sage echo repeatedly in his head as Ulric departs the threshold of this new world he has found himself in. It was a saying he had heard many times over, yet it was one that, admittedly, he had never completely understood. Time could not heal disease, could not heal ignorance and it did little to take away the sharp sting of loss. Perhaps it could come to soothe troubled memories and superficial wounds, but in the roan’s experience, time healed nothing – it only replaced memories.
It was to the northeast that he ventured in search of the domain ruled over by Oriens, he who thirsted for wisdom, truth and respect above all else. If he were being honest with himself, Ulric didn’t known which of the four Courts he should approach, or if he should simply move on until he found somewhere else entirely to settle in for the summer. Never one to dabble in religion, Ulric had been infinitely interested in the sage’s tale, but whether it be spun on truth or deceit, he placed little thought into it. The Gods had never smiled down upon him anyway; what would cause them to start now?
And so he continued onward, willing to take the risk and see what this so-called Dawn Court had to offer and, in turn, what he could offer them.
Hickory trees stand tall all around him, casting shade over the deep, verdant green grass that spans as far as the eye can see. In the background of his mind, the soft gurgling of a nearby stream can be heard as he moves deeper into the foreign domain. Unaware of their policies, he is ever cautious as he makes his entrance, gilded eyes scanning his surroundings for signs of others. He looks to the skies, within the trees, towards the river and across the grassy plain, and he waits patiently with his wings tucked closely against his mottled, scarred sides.
For he knows the repercussions of trespassing, and that is the last thing he wishes to do.
OPEN to any and all that want to crash! :D
The words of the weary sage echo repeatedly in his head as Ulric departs the threshold of this new world he has found himself in. It was a saying he had heard many times over, yet it was one that, admittedly, he had never completely understood. Time could not heal disease, could not heal ignorance and it did little to take away the sharp sting of loss. Perhaps it could come to soothe troubled memories and superficial wounds, but in the roan’s experience, time healed nothing – it only replaced memories.
It was to the northeast that he ventured in search of the domain ruled over by Oriens, he who thirsted for wisdom, truth and respect above all else. If he were being honest with himself, Ulric didn’t known which of the four Courts he should approach, or if he should simply move on until he found somewhere else entirely to settle in for the summer. Never one to dabble in religion, Ulric had been infinitely interested in the sage’s tale, but whether it be spun on truth or deceit, he placed little thought into it. The Gods had never smiled down upon him anyway; what would cause them to start now?
And so he continued onward, willing to take the risk and see what this so-called Dawn Court had to offer and, in turn, what he could offer them.
Hickory trees stand tall all around him, casting shade over the deep, verdant green grass that spans as far as the eye can see. In the background of his mind, the soft gurgling of a nearby stream can be heard as he moves deeper into the foreign domain. Unaware of their policies, he is ever cautious as he makes his entrance, gilded eyes scanning his surroundings for signs of others. He looks to the skies, within the trees, towards the river and across the grassy plain, and he waits patiently with his wings tucked closely against his mottled, scarred sides.
For he knows the repercussions of trespassing, and that is the last thing he wishes to do.
OPEN to any and all that want to crash! :D
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