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Lonely.
That seems to fit them all too well. Born of deities they had no idea about, only heard soft whispered rumors of them. Of their family that existed . . . of anything remotely like their father or mother. The stars had become home when the herd that had taken them in was warm and welcoming, despite how they looked.
Star Walker, blessed by the night skies and the creatures within the soft glows of a realm too far for anyone to truly fathom. Cicatrix takes in a breath, letting it out slowly and lowering their head, casting a weary gaze down at the ground under cloven hooves rather than the stars that brought so much hope above. Lonely is a word that impacts them more than they will ever admit. Sowing seeds in their veins that sprout vines, wrapping them in a tightening sensation they cannot shake.
"Companion... yes." Silent and lurking as ever above, casting their light to a world that would not appreciate them as much as those in the Court they have come to enjoy.
Cicatrix swivels their ears, and drops their head down once more, tilting a gaze toward the grasses underhoof and watching a delicate drip of blue.
Lonely.
"Goodbye, Azrael. Thank you for being here with me tonight." The curve of their tail wraps their hind leg, and Cicatrix is left to whittle away the hours of the night gazing out on the horizon with a blank stare, with no discernable thoughts.
Yes. They are lonely. They always have been, haven't they?
That seems to fit them all too well. Born of deities they had no idea about, only heard soft whispered rumors of them. Of their family that existed . . . of anything remotely like their father or mother. The stars had become home when the herd that had taken them in was warm and welcoming, despite how they looked.
Star Walker, blessed by the night skies and the creatures within the soft glows of a realm too far for anyone to truly fathom. Cicatrix takes in a breath, letting it out slowly and lowering their head, casting a weary gaze down at the ground under cloven hooves rather than the stars that brought so much hope above. Lonely is a word that impacts them more than they will ever admit. Sowing seeds in their veins that sprout vines, wrapping them in a tightening sensation they cannot shake.
"Companion... yes." Silent and lurking as ever above, casting their light to a world that would not appreciate them as much as those in the Court they have come to enjoy.
Cicatrix swivels their ears, and drops their head down once more, tilting a gaze toward the grasses underhoof and watching a delicate drip of blue.
Lonely.
"Goodbye, Azrael. Thank you for being here with me tonight." The curve of their tail wraps their hind leg, and Cicatrix is left to whittle away the hours of the night gazing out on the horizon with a blank stare, with no discernable thoughts.
Yes. They are lonely. They always have been, haven't they?
@Azrael
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