04-29-2008, 12:34 AM
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Slow as hell. -_-
Time had always been a funny thing, but he felt like he had lost all concept of it now. Every day was the same as the last and he confined himself to the small bit of forest he had found himself in, rather unwilling, for whatever reason, to explore the new lands beyond it. The former members of Clouded Tears were safe and rebuilding well enough on their own -- he had heard their cries in the distance, calling to one another. His daughter was safe with Inferni being the only group to properly re-establish themselves in this foreign land. His sons were missing, but they had always been distant to him. No one needed him here (they never had) and he was left purposeless in the lonely forest. Time didn't matter there.
It was okay though. He couldn't remember much of his last few weeks in the land of mist and fog, but he imagined that they hadn't been much different -- he had been useless a good long while now and it was better that everyone else had moved on without him. The tattered and tired hybrid lay by the brook, dozing in the mid-morning sun, not thinking, not remembering, not anything. Half-asleep and inattentive, he failed to hear the footsteps of his approaching cousin and did not look up even at the sound of splashing as she entered the water. Everything he had ever known was so far away; he didn't really expect to see anyone ever again. They had all moved on.
Slow as hell. -_-
Time had always been a funny thing, but he felt like he had lost all concept of it now. Every day was the same as the last and he confined himself to the small bit of forest he had found himself in, rather unwilling, for whatever reason, to explore the new lands beyond it. The former members of Clouded Tears were safe and rebuilding well enough on their own -- he had heard their cries in the distance, calling to one another. His daughter was safe with Inferni being the only group to properly re-establish themselves in this foreign land. His sons were missing, but they had always been distant to him. No one needed him here (they never had) and he was left purposeless in the lonely forest. Time didn't matter there.
It was okay though. He couldn't remember much of his last few weeks in the land of mist and fog, but he imagined that they hadn't been much different -- he had been useless a good long while now and it was better that everyone else had moved on without him. The tattered and tired hybrid lay by the brook, dozing in the mid-morning sun, not thinking, not remembering, not anything. Half-asleep and inattentive, he failed to hear the footsteps of his approaching cousin and did not look up even at the sound of splashing as she entered the water. Everything he had ever known was so far away; he didn't really expect to see anyone ever again. They had all moved on.
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