It was not often he wandered the beaches along Terminus.
Not only did the cliff-side beaches exist far too close for comfort to the Denoctian territories, but Terminus as a whole was dangerous. He had viewed it from the cliffs, watched the water swallow the beaches whole when the tide rose frighteningly quick.
But hours in the days prior, he had sat upon those cliffs, watching when the tides rose and fell. He felt the need to wander the shores out of morbid curiosity for what secrets the Terminus swallowed whole whenever it overtook the beaches.
And as wide hooves set foot onto the edges of the moist sand, they sunk a quarter of an inch or so - cool water bubbling up and soaking into the hard keratin of his hooves. It was an interesting sensation, but with the water came sand -
All of the sudden, he tasted sand in his mouth, grit between his teeth like the very day he was thrust into Novus, face first into the dry, hot sand of Solterra.
He felt the crunch, and steeled his jaw.
But on he wandered, slowly trekking down the massive expanse of moist sand as he kept a careful ledger of how long it had been since the tide had drifted away from the cliff-line of the beach.
It must have been fate that drew him to this place, right as the sky ripped open, static electricity sparking and igniting the air around the tear. Tor stopped, steps and body frozen as eyes the color of mulled wine stared upwards at the dark, vast void that had ripped open from the cliff's own walls.
Familiarity flooded his mind. For a moment he remembered the searing pain, the agony his body experienced when he was thrust from his Empire into the void that dropped him into Novus.. like a newborn foal dropped from the vulva of its mother.
And before his eyes, he watched her drop disgustingly to the ground, writhing on the soft, cold, wet sand of the Terminus' beach.
Every hackle on his body, every nerve along his spine, prickled and raised. Sensation roared through him, his veins lit up as if someone had ignited the blood within them like gasoline.. his jaw steeled with anger. He recognized her. That god-forsaken pitiful cunt that threw him here. The mage, the disgusting heap that ruined his life--
Where are you?
He tasted grit. He tasted sand. He tasted anger as it roared from his veins and up his throat; blind rage filled every space between his muscle and gut. Saliva pooled under his tongue.. so much seething hatred it made him physically sick.
Now, you're in hell. I'll make sure of it.
And there he stood, over a hundred plus yards from the dismal creature he wished he could snuff the very life out of. He was sure that his visceral anger was so tangible, so real and physical that she could feel it burning a hole into her useless little brain.
While his mind roared, the Triennial eye was wide open, frantic in its movements, the cloud upon it lifted. It spoke, clear as day, to him: BAD! Get rid of her! Now!
And he wanted to listen.
But he stood, watching as she writhed and called out to someone unknown, the sky beginning to cry as she did. His merciless eyes stared at the void-colored mare without repent, and at one point he swore her eyes met his own. He waited for her to see him, for the anger to flood her face. After all, she had come for him, had she not?
She made eye contact with him, but she never saw him. Was she literally blind? He toyed with the idea of simply letting her drown. It would be the easy way, especially if his revelation was true.. she would never even see the tide coming.
But then a notion peaked into his mind, cruel as it was terrible. He forced his body to relax, forced his nerves to calm, the wildfire within his veins simmering as he took a moment to breathe.
He stepped forward, closing the gap between him and the being he hated most within this world.
"What on earth--" he gasped, voice transforming into something that was barely even his own.
"Are you okay?!" he called out from a distance, empathy and concern coating his words so well that he almost fooled himself. Tor was an amazing actor, even in his cruelty.
The question was, would this facade work, or would she still recognize his voice?
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
@Virun - this post looks WAY LONGER than it actually is, I'm sorry!
So much muse cause IM SUPER EXCITED FOR THE DRAMA <3
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