by minifun990 » Tue Mar 22, 2022 8:20 pm
(Thanks a bunch for this pretty, this will be my first storkatten)
Its a terribly dark and stormy night to be out alone. Every bolt of lightning makes cruel shadowy demons of the trees that once held light and birdsong. The thunder growls like the dangers of the outer realms, and Leo flinches, making his shoulder ache even more. His ears flatten against his skull, dripping with the torrents of heaven and yet he doesn't let out a single hiss. It's better to hope that if he can't see the danger around him that it isn't there at all.
Ignorance is bliss after all. Even young Leo knows that.
It was the reassurance his mother had given him at night. That maybe, if he stayed still then he could be near enough to invisible. He so hoped it was true now. That whatever lay in the dark couldn't see him any better than he could see them.
He was injured and alone.
And everything was danger. The weather. The lack of shelter. The life around him. He was far too far from the golden city, where elemental’s could protect him from such danger. He should never have left home. And yet he had, the sounds, the noise stifling. He had yelled, and felt claws grab for him in haste. They just wanted to help.
He should have stayed.
But it was too loud, too much energy, too much fakery and pretence. They had almost forgotten what it was to live. To understand the danger that stood outside their walls. The city was a utopia, but it meant they were weak now. Less elemental were born each generation. Each generation became more sheltered, but also more close minded.
Leo had heard about it in history class, in the stories his grandmother told. He had thought it interesting, wanted to see the outside for himself but not properly understood what it meant.
He understood now.
Poison burning, mind churning.
They said that one could only gather magic through adversary. And maybe… Maybe they were right. But Leo didnt have any time left to wait for a miracle. He had to focus. Here. Now.
A glowing stream, a faes trickery. He turned the opposite way. The darkness, the threat. But also safety from that which used its eyes to hunt. Leo turned way, limping onwards.
He would climb, later on. Despite the protest of pain, despite the rain and the rotting wood which crumbled under his claws. He found a hollow, cleaned his wound in the rainfall, and prayed that it may all get better soon. That his mum may find him come tomorrow. That he could be strong enough. Strong enough to survive. But more than that, he wanted the strength to face that both in the forest and in the city.
He would not break from this, not if he lived.
He would only become stronger. Learn more. He would use this against those who challenged him, and those he loved. He wouldnt break if only he could last a bit longer.
But that didnt mean he couldnt cry. Just a little. (509/500)
"𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔"