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~*~Please scroll down~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was not a second to spare before golden orbs flashed against him in outraged fear. It spiralled; the dark cherry wood that they had given the Lord as a gift for the kingdom, as it tapped against the throne. Snowy snakes trailed together as they crawled over their friends and fought to sit at the top, heads lifted up high and proud as beady little onyx eyes glare right through the visitor. Just like it was now. He was the visitor... However, it was never like this, not for him. Trepidation travelled through him, his skin shook from it without a second of thought of what to do as his pouty lips moved before he could even rethink of anything. “I’m leaving, father, disowning myself sparing you the moments time.” - The feathery sound of illusions clasped the freezing night air as the enchanted rhyme halted, stating a paused thought, the enchanted sound flew through the freezing breeze again, harsher than before, provoking those who were near to come and listen. The stars glowed vividly against the dark blanket that people called the nighttime sky. The bewitching melody fluttered through the stars like a graceful butterfly. Inky eyes widen as the soft sound, a harmony, something easily overlooked by human ears, he swore. His breath came out faster as he ran closer towards the sound. His dark tunic clung onto his milky skin painted with the earth’s ground and blood, as his newly ruined wolf leathered boots clapped against the ground, hoping that whoever was playing the music would not end it. He had been traveling for days on end, he had no time to eat or sleep. His father was out searching, he knew, for those azure orbs that shone with their clan – King and Queen of the Rya – had pronounced without words that they always did get what they wanted, dead or alive. It was a painful thing to be seen from a third person’s vision of his family, but then, that was not him. His older brother gave up everything he ever had that bonded him to his family, everything for him; maybe even have the life which he deserved. But he did not want the throne, not when it came with blood painted as silvery eyes grazed your presence, as the finest silk wrapped their bony fingers around his nape while sat there, hinder and dejected. A royal ruby crown of disgrace would sleep on top of him; he would be a mirror of him. Golden boned together on the crown, forgiving the ideas of an eye as the blood rubies graced their presence armored with inky sapphires that could’ve been mistaken for dried tears. An ivory golden katana hugged his hips, slapping against his sturdy legs. He could’ve been defined as a robust young man with his body – godlike – something every woman in the court wanted to rake their pampered hands into. He was vigorous, for he was trained since birth – just like his older brother - . But his brother was more loved by them all, but his brother loved him more than his own title. He never did sweat for getting into trouble for him, he honestly loved doing it or that was what he was told. His hands shook into fists as he ran, the melody getting harder but as well it grew a softer harmony. When the dark brown and maple green leafs would fall softly onto the ground through harvest season as the farmers would rake through, hoping that the crops would last before the cold winter nights would reach them. But those crops never did once make it, because the Lord himself had already enough food to last the winter, why would he care for the price of theirs then? They were nothing but mere small peasant, a fly on a black stallion, nothing more and everything less. He halted, catching his breath. Dusky bangs fell in front of him as he grasped his katana; turquoise eyes met glowing orbs as he looked at the glowing abyss. “Nothing...” The rich scent of moss filled his longs as he snapped his head from moss covered bark to the shaking maple leaves that trembled with the coldness as the music flooded his head, his vision turning fogged up from the lack of sleep. However, now was not the time to sleep or die from the lack of hunger, he needed to find the owners of that humble music even if they did end up being Orgs, he’d try and tame them for food and rest. His dark clothed leather boots parked, sinking deeper into the earth before they lifted to move again. He sighed as the scratched himself against the thorn covered bushes. His hand clutched onto his tunic as he tried to run again, he was in pain and he had already lost countless of blood from trying to escape from his parents. His hand painted red when he looked down, his eyes flashing golden. Dark series of threads embraced the gold as he cursed through a whisper of endless nothings. His abdomen twisted in knots as pain shot through his painted hand as he fell to the ground, his eyes slowly turning dusky. Fuck... The lonesome word echoed through his body and landed painfully onto his stomach, it had hurt - much more than he’d thought with just thinking. He growled softly, hand clutched deeper into his tunic as his other hand gasped the earth, mud flooding through the thin skin. He groaned as he looked up, his face twisted as he grabbed onto something sticking through his tunic. A metallic sound floated over the harmony as he growled. “Fuck, still in...” His eyes fogged up again and his arms went limb, his face twisted up numbingly as the earth shook with anger or maybe excitement? He did not know, but at the moment he had no time to care. Icy fingers laced around his body, he swore, but there was no one around. He groaned, the harmony that floated through the glowing orbs had stopped, it was over… He sighed before closing his turquoise fogged eyes, his plum lips drowned into a scowl as he fell over in pain. Earth had never felt so soft, but the chocolate mud in his face told him otherwise from believing that he was in the Palace. *~* Soft brown velveteen danced around him as he sat, his eyes glowed golden as he stared at him. His eyes grew watery, but he would never admit it, not in front of his brother. “I’m sorry...” ~*~ His mind went hazy as he clutched onto the small dagger that grace his abdomen. ~*~ “Little brother...” ~*~ He tasted earth on his lips as he clutched onto the end of the dagger. ~*~ “This was what must happen...” ~*~ Pain embraced him as it threw him through darkness. ~*~ “You will always be my little brother...” ~*~ His lungs raced against his heart as he stopped breathing. ~*~ “Goodbye...” ~*~ His throat felt dry and soar as he cried out in pain, the numbness abyss clutched tightly onto him as he clawed at the ground, his short nails dug deeply into the chocolate earth as he tried to force his eyes. “Nyahel...” He rasped.
(C) By Dragenruler 2010/02/01 ~*~ : Time skip, to when his brother left... Both Brothers are disowned, younger one searching for the older one... Song: Breath - Breaking Benjamin Comment~*~Rate~*~Fav~*~Alert~*~...?
haleycool101 added this comment 2011-07-01 18:02:02-05:00
every time i read this i want to cry. its amazing
eternallycrying added this comment 2010-02-04 17:26:36-06:00
kool
suhail9999 added this comment 2010-02-04 15:13:41-06:00
it's good n the song is nice
playboygirl190 added this comment 2010-02-04 12:29:50-06:00
i lovvee itt good mixx xx yow r awsomee
vanniizzgiirl93 added this comment 2010-02-04 03:00:19-06:00
it's awsome!♥
haleycool101 added this comment 2011-07-01 18:02:02-05:00
every time i read this i want to cry. its amazing
eternallycrying added this comment 2010-02-04 17:26:36-06:00
kool
suhail9999 added this comment 2010-02-04 15:13:41-06:00
it's good n the song is nice
playboygirl190 added this comment 2010-02-04 12:29:50-06:00
i lovvee itt good mixx xx yow r awsomee
vanniizzgiirl93 added this comment 2010-02-04 03:00:19-06:00
it's awsome!♥
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