03-21-2021, 12:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2021, 04:48 AM by Element. Edited 2 times in total.)
@Bronco -- Forgive my cliche music lyrics post, I'm just having fun creating a playlist for Ele right now.
Lyrics: Damaged by Assemblage 23
I am merely the product of the life that I've lived
An amalgam of sorrows and the wisdom they give
Snow still fell on the higher points of the mountain, although he’d noticed the fiercer of the flurries begin to dissipate over the last few days. Winter had not yet passed, but it was releasing its grip and succumbing to change. Something he had not quite managed yet, but gods, how was he supposed to do it? So much had changed.
But the weight has grown heavy and it's dragging me down
It's so hard not to sink now but I don't want to drown
The delicate flakes fell from gray skies above, falling in near silence to come to rest on the Nameless Mountain below. He had not ventured to the peak yet – something about it made him uncomfortable. It was not like he was a stranger to mountains or to such difficult climbs. But the peak above him that coiled up into that cold, gray, darkness felt… he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t imposing, exactly. He’d have to go at some point; his curiosity would eventually get the better of him. But for now, it felt off limits. Like some voice in his head told him he wasn't ready yet. Maybe it was fleeting hope - some feeling that when he made the journey, struggled to the top, something would then be revealed to him. It was wishful thinking. The dark wolf cast his gaze toward the peak solemnly, regarding it for a few passing moments before getting back to his task at hand. Creating a little spot for himself. A home within a home. A place that he could call his.
I'm damaged, but somehow I've managed this far
But I don't know if I can find my way back home
I'm damaged, but somehow I've managed for now
But I don't think I can face this on my own
Hydra had offered him sanctuary and he had taken it, like a drowning man grabbing the first thing that had any hope of pulling him from the waters. He'd done it before really thinking about what he was accepting, before really understanding the true weight of her offer - a pack, a bond, a commitment. It wasn't that he regretted the offer, he just didn't yet understand what it was he'd be able to give to her. His memories were full of fragments; shards of reflective glass. He could hear whispers from his past (Past? Was it his past? Was it a dream? Or was this the dream?) that told him he had a home already - he had his Falls that were his responsibility and he had the far away, hazy memory of a snug nook, dappled with moss and soft morning light, and a warm body beside him. But these memories made no sense to him yet. So here he was, on the mountain with no name, carving out a home for himself.
There is beauty in hardship
There are poems in grief
There are trials we must go through though they may shake our beliefs
But I don't know how I got here lost in the cynical dust
Set adrift in the worry that I've got no one to trust
Over the last few days, when he'd had the energy to venture out from his small cave, he'd set to gathering a handful of items he'd thought would please him. Some clumps of green moss he'd found peaking through the snow, that he'd torn and dragged back with him - these were the first. The next had been a few small and strangely shaped stones. Nothing special, but just something that had caught his eye for one reason or the other. He'd nestled them at the entrance, pushing them gently into the cracks of the rockface and giving it some glimmer. He hadn't made much progress beyond that - it had taken him a few days to find a spot that felt good enough to him to begin to settle in. The rocky outcrop that led to his tiny sanctuary had caught his eye when Hydra first led up the mountain.
If to suffer is holy I'll take my share of the pain
I can swim through this sadness if there's something to gain
Element sat outside his new den, regarding it with a soft and unreadable expression upon his face. It was a start. This was a start. All of this. Eventually he breathed a sigh and rose, turning and padding off to see what else he could find on his home decor errands.
the staff team luvs u
Lyrics: Damaged by Assemblage 23
I am merely the product of the life that I've lived
An amalgam of sorrows and the wisdom they give
Snow still fell on the higher points of the mountain, although he’d noticed the fiercer of the flurries begin to dissipate over the last few days. Winter had not yet passed, but it was releasing its grip and succumbing to change. Something he had not quite managed yet, but gods, how was he supposed to do it? So much had changed.
But the weight has grown heavy and it's dragging me down
It's so hard not to sink now but I don't want to drown
The delicate flakes fell from gray skies above, falling in near silence to come to rest on the Nameless Mountain below. He had not ventured to the peak yet – something about it made him uncomfortable. It was not like he was a stranger to mountains or to such difficult climbs. But the peak above him that coiled up into that cold, gray, darkness felt… he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t imposing, exactly. He’d have to go at some point; his curiosity would eventually get the better of him. But for now, it felt off limits. Like some voice in his head told him he wasn't ready yet. Maybe it was fleeting hope - some feeling that when he made the journey, struggled to the top, something would then be revealed to him. It was wishful thinking. The dark wolf cast his gaze toward the peak solemnly, regarding it for a few passing moments before getting back to his task at hand. Creating a little spot for himself. A home within a home. A place that he could call his.
I'm damaged, but somehow I've managed this far
But I don't know if I can find my way back home
I'm damaged, but somehow I've managed for now
But I don't think I can face this on my own
Hydra had offered him sanctuary and he had taken it, like a drowning man grabbing the first thing that had any hope of pulling him from the waters. He'd done it before really thinking about what he was accepting, before really understanding the true weight of her offer - a pack, a bond, a commitment. It wasn't that he regretted the offer, he just didn't yet understand what it was he'd be able to give to her. His memories were full of fragments; shards of reflective glass. He could hear whispers from his past (Past? Was it his past? Was it a dream? Or was this the dream?) that told him he had a home already - he had his Falls that were his responsibility and he had the far away, hazy memory of a snug nook, dappled with moss and soft morning light, and a warm body beside him. But these memories made no sense to him yet. So here he was, on the mountain with no name, carving out a home for himself.
There is beauty in hardship
There are poems in grief
There are trials we must go through though they may shake our beliefs
But I don't know how I got here lost in the cynical dust
Set adrift in the worry that I've got no one to trust
Over the last few days, when he'd had the energy to venture out from his small cave, he'd set to gathering a handful of items he'd thought would please him. Some clumps of green moss he'd found peaking through the snow, that he'd torn and dragged back with him - these were the first. The next had been a few small and strangely shaped stones. Nothing special, but just something that had caught his eye for one reason or the other. He'd nestled them at the entrance, pushing them gently into the cracks of the rockface and giving it some glimmer. He hadn't made much progress beyond that - it had taken him a few days to find a spot that felt good enough to him to begin to settle in. The rocky outcrop that led to his tiny sanctuary had caught his eye when Hydra first led up the mountain.
If to suffer is holy I'll take my share of the pain
I can swim through this sadness if there's something to gain
Element sat outside his new den, regarding it with a soft and unreadable expression upon his face. It was a start. This was a start. All of this. Eventually he breathed a sigh and rose, turning and padding off to see what else he could find on his home decor errands.
the staff team luvs u