The Lost Islands
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the ace in exile
Posted on June 1, 2022 at 10:55:07 PM by Viđarr


Spring faded into summer. Viđarr was trying his best to keep things together within the Savanna, trying to brush off the fact that it had grown far quieter there as time went on. Was he really meant to thrive within the grasslands? Was this… really where he needed to be? With a pang, he thought once more of home. The home he could never return to. Right. A home that was no longer his, in any way.

He had the Savanna. He had his family. He had enough, but why was there still a strange emptiness that lived between his ribs? Viđarr didn’t know, and he couldn’t explain it either. Emotions were something that he’d leave for… pretty much anyone else. They’re beyond the shadow in ways that he doesn’t care to share. Far, far beyond him. Well, we all have our faults, after all.

Drifting back to the Crossing, though, he hopes to find… her. It occurs to Viđarr that she’s probably long gone, moved on, leaving this place and their Meadow behind. Still, he has to look. He has to look, though he comes less frequently now. He’d tried so hard to get her to return to the Savanna by his side, but some things can’t be tracked. Can’t be traced. Can’t be held. It’s okay, he’s just… sad about it. Though Viđarr has more than he can ever hope for, she still haunts the shadow’s dreams.

Darkness settled around his shoulders as he graced the Commons, and the dark king would wear it like a crown. Amber eyes flickering across the land, or at least what he could see of it. Always a gathering of lost souls, always… well. Few things would change. It was still early summer, yet, and there was a chill that hung in the air. Enough to keep him cool, to tug at Viđarr’s heartstrings. Still, he could see where some would fare with less grace with the weather as it was.

A mare catches his eye, one that stands alone. His side ached for just a moment, calling softly to her before approaching. Keep his distance, though his ears pitched forward in the fading sunlight. A long shadow cast by a tall man, Viđarr does his best not to look intimidating. Soften his expression. “Are you okay?” It’s not the most eloquent greeting, but the swim takes a lot out of… well, basically everyone. Maybe it was a right of passage. Only the tough would survive it. Still, she looks cold, and with night coming this wasn’t really the safest place to land. As is typical of Viđarr, he will simply do what he can.

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