@Voided__
Atrophy, the thorn of time's aging vine
Harrowing winds press the mesh and curse the flesh
Rotting away
But here in this reality, my thoughts transform fatality
An almost endless exploration of our cosmic minds
Perpetuated through the sands of time
Having been forced to search through followers on one of the old accounts I used to frequent really brought back a shit ton of memories... Man, I wish I was active back in the glory days... I missed so much. v.v
Come to the dark,
Where’s its quiet and cool.
To the darkness,
Where the wind whispers secrets and lies, and sometimes truths.
To the darkness,
Where the night has eyes and teeth and a rotted soul.
To the darkness,
Where I was born.
~Roxa
I miss it sometimes...
I miss the glory days...
I miss seeing my friends, enemies, family...
I miss the banter...
I miss the roleplay...
I just miss it...
And I wish I could go back...
Capto diem, et stricta tene. Nam domina levis est. Cape diem, et fove. Non erit in aeternum.
A lone black wolf trudged slowly through the near perfectly silent forest. His head was bowed slightly in weariness, and this weariness was further emphasized by the slightly graying fur along his chest and muzzle. And yet, the wolf was as alert as ever, its one purple and one red eye glowing slightly in the dark.
Eventually on his journey, the wolf would come across an opening in the wall of trees, and would step out onto an outcropping overlooking a few more miles of trees and then ocean beyond that. The moon was close to full, not quite full yet but waxing all the same.
Sitting gingerly onto his hind quarters, the old wolf would lift its head and howl toward the night sky. The howl was mournful and sad, and it seemed to bring an odd sense of nostalgia to all who would hear the tonality of the wolf's cry.
The days of glory were long past, only remnants of said glory eking out an existence. The wolf lamented of the past, and the wolf cried for the future. What lies ahead. What once reigned.