Do not go gentle into that good night: zharko

Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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Do not go gentle into that good night: zharko
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Posted on December 22, 2016 at 02:45:19 PM by Blackthorne

Since the day Underidge had come and pressed him into the snow Blackthorne had watched his father with an intensity and focus otherwise withheld from others. One might say he respected the male but they might also equally say he hated him. It was a mixture of both and more. The undefinable knowledge that while his father was a ghost he also had the power to make others look at him and actually SEE him. Their lessons had begun in earnest and whenever his impatience had boiled over he was met with fangs and claws resulting in a few wounds that were quick to heal. Natiya was quiet on these occasions and let the males duke it out between them. Thorne was young but dominant all the same and had a hard time submitting even to his own flesh and blood. But he did because he had no choice. One day would they clash and kill each other?

Today Thorne had abandoned Glorall, his lessons on hold so his father could focus upon his other children. Even in his hate he felt jealousy at the two girls who lived with Underidge. Because his father looked at him and Natiya with contempt and veiled hostility but at the other two with something akin to respect. As much as one like him could feel, anyways. He had preached that the weak were unfit for this world. A burden. That their debt was their frailty and the Shade would take them for himself. Blackthorne thought it was a load of crock shit except that maybe the weak did deserve to be weeded. Or... made stronger.

He had always felt the need to test limits. Break a hares leg and see how far it could go. Maim a bird and see if it died of shock or survived. Now he understood a little more. He remembers the girl he attacked recently - Litha. He craves her presence, a presence he can lord over and also appreciate. He stalked the fringes of Iromar for a while but turned away in disgust, having spied a young and weak girl whining (Zafira) but unwilling (yet) to step over the borders to test his theories on strengthening.

So he travels further than he has before and finds himself in woodlands, sitting atop a large rock with a felled tree leading up to its precipice and oversee in snow, most of which he knocked down in his ascent. And with the air of a lord he watches his newfound kingdom of snow and ice with charcoal and silver eyes, the shadows darkening them to almost black and the light flashing them silver.

Replies:

x - By x September 4, 2019 at 04:02:12 PM
Dargon forgot Zharko's subject line.... - By Zharko January 15, 2017 at 00:37:43 AM
Rage rage against the dying of the light - By Blackthorne January 17, 2017 at 05:56:00 PM
DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO January 21, 2017 at 00:15:14 AM
do not go gentle into that good night - By blackthorne January 21, 2017 at 01:44:28 AM
DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO January 21, 2017 at 06:28:45 PM
do not go gentle into that good night - thread end - By blackthorne January 25, 2017 at 00:25:38 AM

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