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Silence.
It was that time before the night comes to an end and the sun is getting ready to rise. That moment of utter silence. Darkness.. And yet not that dark, because you could see the light getting ready to shine, but these moments of stillness.. They were the hardest part of his day. The hardest part ever since the colonization. And yet they were so calm.. He didn't have to do anything, but stare. Stare at everything and nothing in particular.

The gargoyle moved forward, hooves placed one after the other, calmly, carefully. His dual colored eye viewing everything it could, his face turning slightly to the side to take in the sea and the upcoming sunrise. And that's when he stopped. The beautiful scenery reminded him of home. He never could get rid of those memories, now that he thought about it. The past was good, but it also was just as bad.. It has been awhile since he came to these lands. He had yet to see and learn more about.. well about everything. It's inhabitants more importantly. He had to know what he walked in on.. This is his home now and he had to get used to it. Finally a place to settle. The Dusk Court was a new chance. A new beginning. Still a lot of faces to be met.. A lot of relationships to be found.. He shivered at the idea--

His thoughts were interrupted by the sun rays. His milky mane that was falling down the side of his neck lit up with fiery yellow that spread over his body.. A warm embrace, welcoming him and a small smile formed on his pale lips, welcoming the day. Another day. Another journey.
He shook his head slightly and rolled his shoulders so a few pops could slip out before he continued on. His scarred body had no longer the cape of darkness over it. But Avilius was never ashamed of it, nor his scarred face. They were a reminder of what he went through, a reminder of how he survived. And of course they were the medallions he got for his victories. Everything came with a price. Enough fighting. It was time for something good to come along.

It was time to start over.


"" @Israfel
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Messages In This Thread
thoughts & prayers - by Avilius - 11-29-2018, 04:58 AM
RE: thoughts & prayers - by Israfel - 12-10-2018, 07:08 PM
RE: thoughts & prayers - by Avilius - 12-11-2018, 09:19 AM
RE: thoughts & prayers - by Israfel - 12-11-2018, 08:07 PM
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