Common

He's here, but he doesn't really know why, or how he got here.

His memory is a blur, days bleeding into one another in a smear of long days and lonely nights. He remembers going for a swim to try to escape the oppressive heat of summer, the icy water biting against his skin and making his muscles ache. The tides had pulled at him, bringing him further and further out to see until land - home - was just a speck on the horizon.

Forced to swim or die, he picked a direction and prayed there was something out there. He swam until he thought his body might give out and that exhaustion would for sure overtake him, but nature had other plans. A storm had gathered over the sea, foreboding clouds draped thick and dark from one horizon to the other. The distant rumble of thunder came first, and then then the rain began in a vicious downpour. The waves began to crest higher and higher, dragging the ebony stallion under the surface and nearly filling his lungs with water.

He's not sure what happened after that; he thinks he might have succumbed to exhaustion, things becoming fuzzy around the edges before going black. The next thing he knew, he was waking up on a desert island of all places, a vast expanse of rocky hills laid out before him. It'd been abandoned, no one in sight for miles and no fresh scents on the wind, and so he'd spent a few days roaming its borders while he recuperated from the unwitting journey here.

Days later, the inky stallion found himself standing at the shore, plunging himself into the ocean again until he reached the common place. For all intents and purposes, he'd claimed the abandoned hills for his own, and that meant it was time to find a companion. Because what is a home without someone to keep you company?

Czernobog is standing at the edge of a large copse of trees, watching the world pass by him, when he sees something that catches his attention: she is standing at the far edge of the commons where the grass meets the shore looking thoroughly confused. Dark eyes fixate on her as she does a lap around the meadow. Is she looking for something? he wonders, curiosity piqued.

When at last she stops, turning to scan the field one more time, he sets himself in motion. "Üdvözlöm." He rumbles in greeting once he gets close enough, dark ochre eyes catching her gaze. "Are you lost, kicsi?"He's here, but he doesn't really know why, or how he got here.

His memory is a blur, days bleeding into one another in a smear of long days and lonely nights. He remembers going for a swim to try to escape the oppressive heat of summer, the icy water biting against his skin and making his muscles ache. The tides had pulled at him, bringing him further and further out to see until land - home - was just a speck on the horizon.

Forced to swim or die, he picked a direction and prayed there was something out there. He swam until he thought his body might give out and that exhaustion would for sure overtake him, but nature had other plans. A storm had gathered over the sea, foreboding clouds draped thick and dark from one horizon to the other. The distant rumble of thunder came first, and then then the rain began in a vicious downpour. The waves began to crest higher and higher, dragging the ebony stallion under the surface and nearly filling his lungs with water.

He's not sure what happened after that; he thinks he might have succumbed to exhaustion, things becoming fuzzy around the edges before going black. The next thing he knew, he was waking up on a desert island of all places, a vast expanse of rocky hills laid out before him. It'd been abandoned, no one in sight for miles and no fresh scents on the wind, and so he'd spent a few days roaming its borders while he recuperated from the unwitting journey here.

Days later, the inky stallion found himself standing at the shore, plunging himself into the ocean again until he reached the common place. For all intents and purposes, he'd claimed the abandoned hills for his own, and that meant it was time to find a companion. Because what is a home without someone to keep you company?

Czernobog is standing at the edge of a large copse of trees, watching the world pass by him, when he sees something that catches his attention: she is standing at the far edge of the commons where the grass meets the shore looking thoroughly confused. Dark eyes fixate on her as she does a lap around the meadow. Is she looking for something? he wonders, curiosity piqued.

When at last she stops, turning to scan the field one more time, he sets himself in motion. "Üdvözlöm." He rumbles in greeting once he gets close enough, dark ochre eyes catching her gaze. "Are you lost, kicsi?"

Üdvözlöm - hello
kicsi - "little one"