The man stood, hooded and hidden, a simple man. Or a seemingly simple man. He hides, protecting not himself but those around, for his power has now become uncontrollable and a new beast to tame. He can't even trust his own emotions, those seeming to be the trigger for the violent outbursts. And so he's solivagant, soon feeling the lacuna within himself. A woman long dead, forever lost to his hell bound soul, still haunts him. Her touch and words constantly echoing within his broken mind. And so he walks, emotionless, dead inside.
That is, until there was the selcouth one who wouldn't allow him to be alone.
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My Solivagant
General FictionA man with nothing to lose discovers what he can gain.
