are the dead really silent?
Through the veil I answer to the beat of the Sahmain drums.
The earth has died around me 4 times.
I am a Lord of the dance.
The world is bright and vibrant, I see it through eyes of burnt orange flared with black
I am lighter than the night by far, but am mute compared to the gold of the sun. A light cream is the base of my fur while a silver overcoat blankets my body in the moon’s shades. My mask of starry white could hide my face from the spirits around me, covering my head completely to my ears. When the snow falls, my feet cannot be seen.
My mother and father are as near mysteries to me as they are to each other. We came and went in each other’s lives as fate and happenstance had puppeteered. Life was made out of the embers of comfort, and I was born from cold. No claim to land or loyalty, my mother and I roamed the world, free as the wind that carried our songs to the skies. Together we remained for the times I chose to stay by her side. I know nothing of the man I came from, just as he will know nothing of the man I will become. Once upon a time, I was told my father was a kind man. I am told he cared for life.
As for who I am, your guess is as good as mine.
I walk down the path destiny has set for me, I am Imprintable
The player Dargon pulls my strings, or so she may believe.
lord; 4 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost |