who we are and all that we're trying to be
Outlanders were never allowed to forget they were Outlanders. The Naturals had let them know that clearly from day one; but they’d also extended their kindness, acceptance, and tolerance, however begrudging, as more and more had been summoned and beckoned from the Voice’s pull. They’d insinuated and assimilated, wandering into the murk of lore and ignorance, and despite his two years of living here, amongst and amidst the Grounds, there were still ramparts and sagacity he’d yet to completely behold. Taking in the information quietly, resolutely, staunchly, steadfastly, instead of seditiously or irreverently spreading a growl into its wares, had been a learned accomplishment as well – Chulane would have to do the same, a quiet conversion into each and every world. Since there was no going back. No return to the world they’d lived in before.
He maneuvered and motioned, until they were out of the thickened fields, out of the moors of memories and disasters alive and well there too – over the ashes of favored festivals gone to death and desecration – roaming closer and closer to the blackened tower. His eyes glanced to it once, and then no more; he knew enough of it currently, no desire to dig into its remaining mysteries for now. Chulane though wouldn’t have known, wouldn’t have heard, wouldn’t have understood – Deimos wasn’t certain if he ever would, much less a newcomer. A breath of stalwart bounds, and they’d pressed beyond its faction, predator strides on established paths, but not the haunting decree of its uncertainty, the fixations of its deeper-cutting wounds.
The inquiry flexed between his shoulder and rested on his hound spine, wondering and pondering back to those moments where others had climbed up, had lingered down, had solved perplexities, had opened wares, had discovered the Core in the center of it all. Then the barrier had fallen, fallen, fallen, and the world expanded (at what cost?). Eventually, his answer came, a rumble between bonds, a reverberation of intricacies and defiance, uncertain where else to place it. A multitude of things, but ultimately one of her own sacrificed themselves. Thereafter, there’d been forests and woods and Fae; a whole host of other trials and tribulations unfolding.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
