Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
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If this very moment was captured and inspected closely, it could be set as the fragment in time that Jarek truly joined the creatures on Novus. Until now he had been a free floating entity set on a course for destruction without truly knowing it. The Veil Nebula had firmly grasped his mind and shook it free from the devils of his former life. He now entirely felt the weight of his actions. He was in control, destiny wasn’t something one could see or manipulate. As for how much existed, he longer knew.
He slipped into the desert city, the smells of spices and fresh bread immediately apparent. He took a deep breath, so this is what civilisation smelt like. It was an awkward thought, and perhaps it assumed too much. The scents of many citizens hit his nostrils as he wandered down the street, seeing all kinds of souls. The sun hit his pelt, warming it and sending reflections of his mineralised skin across the streets.
The lands he had traveled through to reach the day court had reminded him of home. It also reminded him of his dedication to changing his course. He had to be better, to do better. He wasn’t sure what he would find here, but it had to be better than wandering. It seemed a wasteful effort to attempt to establish anything elsewhere, when the effort had already been completed here? These lands sung out to him, to his soul. It was comfortable and familiar. But all the same they were different. Would Solis accept him? Caelum had told him that Novus gods tended to function in a hands off fashion.
He hadn’t expected to see her here, but it made sense that Fever would be drawn to the day court. She was laid out in her beauty absorbing the sun. He smirked softly, his icy blue eyes searching to meet her own. “Fever; you were correct afterall - you are so much more enrapturing in the sunlight.” The glittering of her golden jewels complimented that of her multi-toned oiled skin. The scent of which the sunlight was enhancing, she smelt delightful.
So this must be Leviathan he thought watching Fever stand up in response to the other stallion. “So that must be Leviathan” he gravelly said towards Fever. He had been looking forward to meeting the man that ruled these lands. Caelum’s description of him was favorable and Jarek felt they would have much to discuss. He would make a place for himself here.
image by:https://giphy.com/AllyouneediswallHe slipped into the desert city, the smells of spices and fresh bread immediately apparent. He took a deep breath, so this is what civilisation smelt like. It was an awkward thought, and perhaps it assumed too much. The scents of many citizens hit his nostrils as he wandered down the street, seeing all kinds of souls. The sun hit his pelt, warming it and sending reflections of his mineralised skin across the streets.
The lands he had traveled through to reach the day court had reminded him of home. It also reminded him of his dedication to changing his course. He had to be better, to do better. He wasn’t sure what he would find here, but it had to be better than wandering. It seemed a wasteful effort to attempt to establish anything elsewhere, when the effort had already been completed here? These lands sung out to him, to his soul. It was comfortable and familiar. But all the same they were different. Would Solis accept him? Caelum had told him that Novus gods tended to function in a hands off fashion.
He hadn’t expected to see her here, but it made sense that Fever would be drawn to the day court. She was laid out in her beauty absorbing the sun. He smirked softly, his icy blue eyes searching to meet her own. “Fever; you were correct afterall - you are so much more enrapturing in the sunlight.” The glittering of her golden jewels complimented that of her multi-toned oiled skin. The scent of which the sunlight was enhancing, she smelt delightful.
So this must be Leviathan he thought watching Fever stand up in response to the other stallion. “So that must be Leviathan” he gravelly said towards Fever. He had been looking forward to meeting the man that ruled these lands. Caelum’s description of him was favorable and Jarek felt they would have much to discuss. He would make a place for himself here.
