He wondered what his life would be like if he had taken the chance to be a father to his children, if he had not run from the promise of pain and learned to live with the agony of his sisters' sacrifice. Would he love them instead of looking at them as if they were strangers? Would he find joy in their voices and the sound of their heart beat? Would he fall asleep with them at his side, leeching his warmth and comfort like cherubic parasites that were all too welcome?
He did not know, and he would never know, and that was the source of the wretchedness that cascaded from his soul and settled so heavily upon his shoulders.
Shaking his horned head to clear his thoughts, Camdis once more concentrated upon his search for what he did not know. Already, he had visited the castle, the wondrous fortress that whispered words of safety and acceptance. No one had to know who he was here, he could create a new identity, a whole new life away from the sins and failures that marked his heart so viciously.
But he could not bring himself to lie about his life, about the curse that he existed as, just as he could not wash the bloody red from his skin, no matter how hard he tried.
Jerking his silvery gaze up from where it had been glued to the grasses beneath his hooves, Camdis found that he was only meters away from a pair of equines - one male, one female; one winged, the other unadorned; night and day were their colorings and Camdis found that he could not look away as his curiosity reared it's ugly head.
Yet, he would not call out, not make the first move, as that often ended in others trying to befriend him. And that was not something that he deserved. So, the bay stag slowed to a stop, effectively within conversational range, but holding back his words with stone in his expression.
He did not know, and he would never know, and that was the source of the wretchedness that cascaded from his soul and settled so heavily upon his shoulders.
Shaking his horned head to clear his thoughts, Camdis once more concentrated upon his search for what he did not know. Already, he had visited the castle, the wondrous fortress that whispered words of safety and acceptance. No one had to know who he was here, he could create a new identity, a whole new life away from the sins and failures that marked his heart so viciously.
But he could not bring himself to lie about his life, about the curse that he existed as, just as he could not wash the bloody red from his skin, no matter how hard he tried.
Jerking his silvery gaze up from where it had been glued to the grasses beneath his hooves, Camdis found that he was only meters away from a pair of equines - one male, one female; one winged, the other unadorned; night and day were their colorings and Camdis found that he could not look away as his curiosity reared it's ugly head.
Yet, he would not call out, not make the first move, as that often ended in others trying to befriend him. And that was not something that he deserved. So, the bay stag slowed to a stop, effectively within conversational range, but holding back his words with stone in his expression.
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