CYNIX
day met night
For the entire year of his life so far, he had heard many a whisper, and many rumors chased him, his brother, his mother. They had nipped at their ears and poisoned their minds, and he had still attempted to push past all of it, his shoulders curling inwardly sometimes when he saw a Denocte citizen walking nearby. It had started off like that, with him shying near his mother, hearing her voice ring out in defense of her two sons. In defense of two innocent children that had deserved better in the world than to be looked down upon because of their lineage.
He had learned from her, and her strength. Cynix had drawn upon it too, taking her view of the world, her words, to heart.
Still even now he wandered the Night Court, well aware of eyes glancing his way, several soft murmurs that were only whispers that he didn't even attempt to hear. He pushed them off mentally, his wings stretching and fluttering a little about his head before they tucked in, and he made his way through the building only to finally step outside.
His brother and mother were still in the structure behind him, but that was okay. At a year old, he could do with a little exploring (though leaving Siavax behind made him somewhat uneasy).
All the same, he stretched still growing legs and hopped down the stairs, focusing on his hooves instead of in front of himself, and finding his small body hitting something with an 'OOMPH' that left his lips. Immediately, he backpedaled and his wings flew open, head looking up as he went wide-eyed and innocent. "I'm sorry!"
He had learned from her, and her strength. Cynix had drawn upon it too, taking her view of the world, her words, to heart.
Still even now he wandered the Night Court, well aware of eyes glancing his way, several soft murmurs that were only whispers that he didn't even attempt to hear. He pushed them off mentally, his wings stretching and fluttering a little about his head before they tucked in, and he made his way through the building only to finally step outside.
His brother and mother were still in the structure behind him, but that was okay. At a year old, he could do with a little exploring (though leaving Siavax behind made him somewhat uneasy).
All the same, he stretched still growing legs and hopped down the stairs, focusing on his hooves instead of in front of himself, and finding his small body hitting something with an 'OOMPH' that left his lips. Immediately, he backpedaled and his wings flew open, head looking up as he went wide-eyed and innocent. "I'm sorry!"
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