sephiroth
Xerxes had not been the only one of Solomon's missing children to return the isles. Completely separate from those affairs, Sephiroth had found himself returning as well. Unlike his half brother, Sephiroth found himself on the mainland. He'd left in search of his sister, his
twin sister. She was as much a part of him as the blood that ran through his veins and the dapples that stretched across his back. Their essence was intertwined as the closest of companions and yet he was alone. Broken, empty; he'd left the islands to find her and returned empty handed. Like sand she had slipped through his fingers and he was left with nothing but darkness.
He'd had a heart as big as the ocean once. But now he was a shadow of his former self. Reclusive, irritable, and distant; Sephiroth feared he'd be cast aside as no longer fitting of the family. He'd lost everything that he had one held dear. Rather than returning to Tinuvel and seeing the stretches of grass where he and his sister had run and play, he had found himself in the meadow. He missed the chill across his skin from the kiss of the wind and the sound of snow crunching beneath his hooves, but his heart was too raw and broken to see it again.
Salt-kissed and weary, Sephiroth stepped numbly through the grass. Occasionally he would drop his head to snatch a bite of grass, but it was tasteless. His world was black and white, disappointment etched into the deep lines of his face from lack of sleep. His ears found a home in the soft curls of his mane as he passed a horse that looked at him with nothing more than curiosity but it was clear he did not wish to engage.
He walked for what felt like ages, his legs threatening to give out beneath him, when he finally found a suitable tree to rest beneath. It stretched up tall, branches reaching out like arms, twisting and turning. He was reluctant to lay down, and instead leaning his tired body against the tree, letting his head drop and ears droop to the sides. Slowly his eyes fell closed over his evergreen gaze but his muscles remained coiled with the refusal to drop his guard.