i wanna fly,
This place was different from the mountain he had first discovered. He wondered what this place was destined for if the mountain had been for worshipping of the deities that ruled this realm. Novus, it was called, he'd come to find out, but still, he wondered just what more this place had to offer him. He was curious but cautious. He didn't want to get too attached to anyone only for them to die and for him to keep on living, lonely in his solitude. He'd had a family once. A family that he had loved, that had also adored him. He was the last one of his bloodline. Everyone else was dead, to his knowledge. He worried about what they meant for him. Did his family's destiny rest on his shoulders, a heavy burden that he was doomed to carry until he met his demise? Creamsicle worried about these things constantly, worrying about what was going to happen in the coming days and weeks, months, and perhaps even years of his stay in Novus. He'd been here how long already, and done nothing with his time? What point was there of him being here, wandering the realms unguided? Did he not deserve a friend, at the very least? Someone to help him learn about this place, to find his purpose here?
Perhaps he should seek out the Gods... but he was too skeptical of doing such a thing. He came from a place of no religion, or at least, very little religion. There had been some elders and neighbors that had believed in higher powers... but Creamsicle found it hard to believe in anything after the war had ravaged the Kingdom he'd been born into. He had been born after the fighting when the damage had already been done, but he remembered the day the Kingdom fell completely. The day when the rulers decided everyone should go off on their own. Families banded together, becoming nomads, and Creamsicle left behind everything he had ever known - the scarcity of food and water only continued as he and his small family wandered from land to land, doing their best to survive. Evidently, their best had not been good enough. Creamsicle himself was only alive because he'd gotten lucky. He should have died, too. Sometimes... sometimes, he wished he had.
Shaking off the depressive thought, the Appaloosa mix sighed and marched onward on his voyage following the pretty little creek he'd stumbled upon. There was no shortage of food nor water here. Everything was seemingly perfect. It was almost too good to be true to the younger brute. Growing up having nothing, only to stumble unknowingly into a Kingdom that had more than it could possibly ever need... it was a culture shock at its finest. He wasn't used to not feeling hungry. He wasn't used to his mouth no longer being constantly dry. He felt spoiled. He didn't deserve this. And yet, perhaps this was the reason he didn't want to leave, to continue his nomadic lifestyle onto Elsewhere. The fear of hunger and extreme thirst would always be in the back of his mind, lingering like some devil waiting to drag him down to the depths of Hell yet again. His past haunted his dreams, turning them into absurd nightmares. He often woke in a cold sweat, feeling like he was being watched, but he was always able to shake it off.
Often, at night, when he woke up or when he couldn't sleep, he would walk. That was how he'd ended up here, the moon high in the sky above him. The air smelled of summertime, hot and sticky with humidity, but there was a calmness to the still night atmosphere that he hoped would linger a little while longer. Here, in the silver light of the moon, he felt comforted and safe. To his right, the creek babbled along over rocks and pebbles. He would follow it for another hour or so and then... and then, he would figure out where to go next.
Perhaps he should seek out the Gods... but he was too skeptical of doing such a thing. He came from a place of no religion, or at least, very little religion. There had been some elders and neighbors that had believed in higher powers... but Creamsicle found it hard to believe in anything after the war had ravaged the Kingdom he'd been born into. He had been born after the fighting when the damage had already been done, but he remembered the day the Kingdom fell completely. The day when the rulers decided everyone should go off on their own. Families banded together, becoming nomads, and Creamsicle left behind everything he had ever known - the scarcity of food and water only continued as he and his small family wandered from land to land, doing their best to survive. Evidently, their best had not been good enough. Creamsicle himself was only alive because he'd gotten lucky. He should have died, too. Sometimes... sometimes, he wished he had.
Shaking off the depressive thought, the Appaloosa mix sighed and marched onward on his voyage following the pretty little creek he'd stumbled upon. There was no shortage of food nor water here. Everything was seemingly perfect. It was almost too good to be true to the younger brute. Growing up having nothing, only to stumble unknowingly into a Kingdom that had more than it could possibly ever need... it was a culture shock at its finest. He wasn't used to not feeling hungry. He wasn't used to his mouth no longer being constantly dry. He felt spoiled. He didn't deserve this. And yet, perhaps this was the reason he didn't want to leave, to continue his nomadic lifestyle onto Elsewhere. The fear of hunger and extreme thirst would always be in the back of his mind, lingering like some devil waiting to drag him down to the depths of Hell yet again. His past haunted his dreams, turning them into absurd nightmares. He often woke in a cold sweat, feeling like he was being watched, but he was always able to shake it off.
Often, at night, when he woke up or when he couldn't sleep, he would walk. That was how he'd ended up here, the moon high in the sky above him. The air smelled of summertime, hot and sticky with humidity, but there was a calmness to the still night atmosphere that he hoped would linger a little while longer. Here, in the silver light of the moon, he felt comforted and safe. To his right, the creek babbled along over rocks and pebbles. He would follow it for another hour or so and then... and then, he would figure out where to go next.
@ tag | "Speech" | notes
