The borderlands were a magnificent sight to behold.
He had seen them at a distance, framing the horizon and guarding the border of his court - funny that he had already claimed the realm of Night as his own, though he had been there for a short while. Distantly, he wondered if it was wrong of him to adopt an alien terra as his home when he had rejected the kingdom that had been his very birthright. Camdis shook his heavy head, banning the thoughts and instead focusing upon the soothing shush shush of his mane and tail dragging along the ground.
Head hanging low, blackened lips brushing against the stubborn grasses that sprouted along the foothills of the mountain range, Camdis Lohir felt something akin to peace. Breathing in deeply and shutting his pale eyes, the stallion allowed himself to bask in the lack of turmoil, the absence of bitterness in his heart. How long would the moment last? Did he even deserve to feel anything other than the self-loathing that had seeped into nearly every waking moment for the past four years?
Would his sister hate him for the peace that blossomed in his breast as night descended upon the Arma Mountains? Would the relic that he sought remove these doubts from his soul?
Could he be absolved from the sin of his existence?
He had seen them at a distance, framing the horizon and guarding the border of his court - funny that he had already claimed the realm of Night as his own, though he had been there for a short while. Distantly, he wondered if it was wrong of him to adopt an alien terra as his home when he had rejected the kingdom that had been his very birthright. Camdis shook his heavy head, banning the thoughts and instead focusing upon the soothing shush shush of his mane and tail dragging along the ground.
Head hanging low, blackened lips brushing against the stubborn grasses that sprouted along the foothills of the mountain range, Camdis Lohir felt something akin to peace. Breathing in deeply and shutting his pale eyes, the stallion allowed himself to bask in the lack of turmoil, the absence of bitterness in his heart. How long would the moment last? Did he even deserve to feel anything other than the self-loathing that had seeped into nearly every waking moment for the past four years?
Would his sister hate him for the peace that blossomed in his breast as night descended upon the Arma Mountains? Would the relic that he sought remove these doubts from his soul?
Could he be absolved from the sin of his existence?
AH YES THE BROODING BABY
