are we having fun yet?
death is not the end.....
... it is simply another begining.
feyndojun, the aincient reborn
feyn stood on a crenelation in the far edge of the town in front of him was something he knew well but not quite well enough obviously, the feilds of land had not changed but so much else had, sometimes he wished he was another of his siblings Gharezth maybe, but maybe not not even the knight of time he who could manipulate time to his will outpaced death any better than any of the others except maybe for him the heir of magic. it was complex to say the least, the humans and other creatures Revere the various omnipotent and sometimes omniscient gods that attached themselves to fledgling worlds like flies to a corpse. and all of them bickering children in comparison to the ones who create and the ones who know. he smiled behind the mask that he wore for the party which was beginning shortly. the one who knows was far more present today than in yester era's, it was confounding, and to think about it so where those who create his mother for one the first time the immortal dragon gods manifested on this creation. he fluttered the grey and violet wings that lay against his back, it was easier to reach heights while flying than walking, and easier to have wings than not. he felt far different without at least some form of distinction from the humans, he was almost by far the oldest and most powerful creature currently on this plain. but he knew better than to check better to leave his hubris intact rather than face another complex of inferiority, like when he lost to the angel in the tournament.
Fayn turned to look back over the city turning his back on the fields and forest dusted with snow like a white blanket covering the world, as far as a mortal eye could see. and he took a step forwards out over the void that stretched out until hitting the ground a ways below him. he unfurled his wings gliding down to the ground before letting the magic that sustained parts of his true form while a human fade to nothingness rendering his appearance once again boring and human. the mask he wore was white and covered his entire face. his hair was free of the tattered and dull cap he had worn the previous night. the castle was in sight ahead, and he smiled behind the alabaster mask. it was a lovely night to bad it wouldn't stay that way, the heir has arrived, to dance with the lord of destruction and perhaps one would not live the night through he hoped it wasn't going to be him.
as he neared another though caused a smile another reason as if the ancient dragon didn't have enough already. his fingers curled into a fist and he stared at it, useless soft and not a claw to them all. he dropped his hands back to his sides and continued on his way.
animeamie
