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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 4:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 5:57 pm
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Words would never be able to express the significance of Tahka's upbringing. The life he once lived seemed like a dream now in his older years, lost some place between reality and nightmares. The red lion could close his eyes and see his mother's death so vividly still- the taste lingered in his mouth, sour and sharp, the pool of blood that birthed his younger siblings staining his paws- Tiah's dying breath. All of it still came rushing to him even after all these years. It felt so raw.
Yet, the void that once consumed the red pelted lion now seemed to slowly fill with new memories and progeny, he could feel himself letting go of some of that history that weighed him down, slowly but surly. Moving on could be so excruciating sometimes, but it was for the best. He had nothing but blood and tears plaguing his past, even when things felt satisfying he knew deep down they were masked with poison.
He knew he couldn't live his life in the shadows of what was. In the shadow of love unrequited, lust forbidden.
His red eyes seemed to reflect any light that hit them as he glanced up at the sky with a deep and dull expulsion of breath, he felt tired swimming in all of these memories. History would always follow him, this much he knew, but it was time to move on. It was time for him forgive himself.
Slowly he walked aimlessly in one direction - as he often did on days like this, experiencing the day with little to no company was not unusual for the red lion. He took no offence to the busy lives of his family - he was never one to intrude. So long as he knew they all slept safely at night he felt secure in his decision to be on the outskirts of the day to day; his role as an active adviser had long past, he was now content with being his younger sister's counsel whenever she needed it. Her rule made him incredibly proud. He knew his mother would be happy knowing her blood still sat at the heart of the Outlands, her legacy forever cemented in every new life the family bore.
His eyes settled on a unfamiliar figure in the distance as he slowly made his way across the dunes and burrows, dirt shifting under his weight as he drew near.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 12:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 2:08 pm
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