Self RP Log - To be continued when I find more time XP
The forlorn silhouette of a defeated creature stood out starkly on the moonlight covered ground. It had been many months since Ryker had encountered not only his distant cousin and grandmother on the field of battle, but had met the nameless bloodstained alicorn that had brought him back from the very edge of death. Despite the fact that the stallion had kept him in existence, and at great risk to himself apparently due to the exhaustion he had exhibited when he had healed him, Ryker held a certain hatred for the male. Along with keeping him alive he had caused him to question his very existence.
The scarred male dropped his gaze to the shallow pool of water before him. Once, in his eyes, a very beautiful and handsome, he now considered himself to be a beast. His jade eyes followed the scar that jaggedly flowing up his neck and the several scars that littered his striped face. Sadness came to his eyes as he surveyed the evidence of his previous life. He had lost so many things because he had followed a belief blindly. To tell the truth he didn’t even know if what he had believed was wrong. The stallion had told him that how he had been living hadn’t been living at all, that to live was to impact the lives of others. To tell the truth he had impacted their lives greatly, though never in a positive way. Perhaps that was the reason for his own loss.
Ryker could never go home now, he knew that for certain. He had always held himself in high regards because he had been his mother’s favorite. She had been a goddess in his eyes, and her favor towards him had given him some self endowed sense of superiority. His mother always had good judgment in the strength of those around her, and Ryker knew his father was indeed strong and powerful. His mother had chosen wisely when she had decided to keep him as a ‘pet’, and Ryker had been gifted his father’s strength. It was a volatile and beautiful combination, his mother’s looks and father’s strength. That is why Ryker believed his mother favored him. If she could see him now he knew for certain Ravah would never claim him as her son. If she knew what had happened he knew that he would be dead in her eyes. It was for that reason he had told Azzan to tell Ravah that he had died because of his wounds.
Ryker, despite knowing his father’s physical strength, had always considered Azzan to be a pathetic weakling. In truth though he now knew his father’s strength was beyond anyone’s comprehension. Slowly and steadily he was loosing his mind though; there was just too much he had gone through in his life. Despite the fact that he was loosing his grip on reality he had had the strength to be there for Ryker in his time of need. He didn’t judge him, and abided by his request. Ryker now knew just how strong his father’s love for family was.
But he would never see either of them again.
Then there had been Aderes and SmallPox. Ryker, despite having his mother’s approval had never had a purpose in life, and upon meeting these two distant relatives he had assumed that their goals and values should have been his own – he already shared many of the morbid and brutal beliefs and habits. They gave him guidance and taught him and he had in turn taught SmallPox. He, for the short while that he ran with them, had the purpose and companionship he had always longed for. But he had been weak, and in his moment of fear he lost the only companionship he had ever known.
He could never let them know he was still alive.
Ryker turned away from the pool, no longer capable of looking on the aftermath of what he had done – of what he had become.
He had isolated himself from the existence of all sentient beings. He didn’t want anyone to see him this way. He skulked from place to place to scavenge for food, sometimes going for days on end to keep from running into someone. He found himself, more and more each day becoming like the creatures that ran about the forest, more and more like an animal rather than a soquili.
A soquili’s shadow passed overhead, and like a frightened rabbit who had just seen the shadow of a hawk Ryker ran (as best he could due to his poorly healed leg) to cover. Before the striped male could reach his destination though a familiar figure dropped from the sky in front of him.
What were the odds?
Richmon smiled at first, eager to greet the soquili before him, glad to see that the male he had saved was still alive and had found someone to help him with his wounds – but upon further inspection with his glowing yellow eyes the smile dropped to a frown. Sadness plucked at the once emotionless stallions heartstrings. Before him stood the battered shell of a soquili. As the male took a hobbled step back from him Richmon pressed forward.
Ryker did not want to socialize, and as Richmon’s face dropped this want simply stood out clearer in his mind. The thing was, though, that there was no way he could escape the male. “What do you want?” came the raspy and demanding voice of Ryker.
The two stood face to face, no words passing through their silent lips as they both gazed upon each other. Both were sorely disappointed in the other; Ryker in Richmon for destroying everything he had once known and forcing him to stay alive, and Richmon in Ryker for not living.
“Little more has changed since that day I dragged you back from deaths door than your body healing.” Richmon finally said. “I had hoped that you would have taken to heart our conversation, I had hoped you would have tried to live – But I see now that it was too little to simply plant the seed in your mind. Like a garden I should have stayed and tended that seed, ensured that it grew. Instead I had left. In a way, one could say that I have failed you. That will be amended.”
Ryker soaked in the cryptic last sentence of the blood stained stallion before him. “So… You, like before, simply want to drop in uninvited and change that which you have no business changing in the first place…”
“I would indeed like a change,” Richmon admitted to the broken stallion before him. “But that can and must only be made by you and your decision. I simply wish to guide you in your endeavors and help when needed.”
A sneer spread across Ryker’s scarred maw. “And what if I do not wish to change? What if this is how I would like to be for the rest of my life?”
“Then that is your choice, just as it is my choice to stay by your side every waking moment of my day, pointing out that which you could take part in, and that which you should…” The glowing yellow eyes narrowed at Rykers sentence. Richmon had never been one to be pushed away lightly, and he was obscenely stubborn.
The forlorn silhouette of a defeated creature stood out starkly on the moonlight covered ground. It had been many months since Ryker had encountered not only his distant cousin and grandmother on the field of battle, but had met the nameless bloodstained alicorn that had brought him back from the very edge of death. Despite the fact that the stallion had kept him in existence, and at great risk to himself apparently due to the exhaustion he had exhibited when he had healed him, Ryker held a certain hatred for the male. Along with keeping him alive he had caused him to question his very existence.
The scarred male dropped his gaze to the shallow pool of water before him. Once, in his eyes, a very beautiful and handsome, he now considered himself to be a beast. His jade eyes followed the scar that jaggedly flowing up his neck and the several scars that littered his striped face. Sadness came to his eyes as he surveyed the evidence of his previous life. He had lost so many things because he had followed a belief blindly. To tell the truth he didn’t even know if what he had believed was wrong. The stallion had told him that how he had been living hadn’t been living at all, that to live was to impact the lives of others. To tell the truth he had impacted their lives greatly, though never in a positive way. Perhaps that was the reason for his own loss.
Ryker could never go home now, he knew that for certain. He had always held himself in high regards because he had been his mother’s favorite. She had been a goddess in his eyes, and her favor towards him had given him some self endowed sense of superiority. His mother always had good judgment in the strength of those around her, and Ryker knew his father was indeed strong and powerful. His mother had chosen wisely when she had decided to keep him as a ‘pet’, and Ryker had been gifted his father’s strength. It was a volatile and beautiful combination, his mother’s looks and father’s strength. That is why Ryker believed his mother favored him. If she could see him now he knew for certain Ravah would never claim him as her son. If she knew what had happened he knew that he would be dead in her eyes. It was for that reason he had told Azzan to tell Ravah that he had died because of his wounds.
Ryker, despite knowing his father’s physical strength, had always considered Azzan to be a pathetic weakling. In truth though he now knew his father’s strength was beyond anyone’s comprehension. Slowly and steadily he was loosing his mind though; there was just too much he had gone through in his life. Despite the fact that he was loosing his grip on reality he had had the strength to be there for Ryker in his time of need. He didn’t judge him, and abided by his request. Ryker now knew just how strong his father’s love for family was.
But he would never see either of them again.
Then there had been Aderes and SmallPox. Ryker, despite having his mother’s approval had never had a purpose in life, and upon meeting these two distant relatives he had assumed that their goals and values should have been his own – he already shared many of the morbid and brutal beliefs and habits. They gave him guidance and taught him and he had in turn taught SmallPox. He, for the short while that he ran with them, had the purpose and companionship he had always longed for. But he had been weak, and in his moment of fear he lost the only companionship he had ever known.
He could never let them know he was still alive.
Ryker turned away from the pool, no longer capable of looking on the aftermath of what he had done – of what he had become.
He had isolated himself from the existence of all sentient beings. He didn’t want anyone to see him this way. He skulked from place to place to scavenge for food, sometimes going for days on end to keep from running into someone. He found himself, more and more each day becoming like the creatures that ran about the forest, more and more like an animal rather than a soquili.
A soquili’s shadow passed overhead, and like a frightened rabbit who had just seen the shadow of a hawk Ryker ran (as best he could due to his poorly healed leg) to cover. Before the striped male could reach his destination though a familiar figure dropped from the sky in front of him.
What were the odds?
Richmon smiled at first, eager to greet the soquili before him, glad to see that the male he had saved was still alive and had found someone to help him with his wounds – but upon further inspection with his glowing yellow eyes the smile dropped to a frown. Sadness plucked at the once emotionless stallions heartstrings. Before him stood the battered shell of a soquili. As the male took a hobbled step back from him Richmon pressed forward.
Ryker did not want to socialize, and as Richmon’s face dropped this want simply stood out clearer in his mind. The thing was, though, that there was no way he could escape the male. “What do you want?” came the raspy and demanding voice of Ryker.
The two stood face to face, no words passing through their silent lips as they both gazed upon each other. Both were sorely disappointed in the other; Ryker in Richmon for destroying everything he had once known and forcing him to stay alive, and Richmon in Ryker for not living.
“Little more has changed since that day I dragged you back from deaths door than your body healing.” Richmon finally said. “I had hoped that you would have taken to heart our conversation, I had hoped you would have tried to live – But I see now that it was too little to simply plant the seed in your mind. Like a garden I should have stayed and tended that seed, ensured that it grew. Instead I had left. In a way, one could say that I have failed you. That will be amended.”
Ryker soaked in the cryptic last sentence of the blood stained stallion before him. “So… You, like before, simply want to drop in uninvited and change that which you have no business changing in the first place…”
“I would indeed like a change,” Richmon admitted to the broken stallion before him. “But that can and must only be made by you and your decision. I simply wish to guide you in your endeavors and help when needed.”
A sneer spread across Ryker’s scarred maw. “And what if I do not wish to change? What if this is how I would like to be for the rest of my life?”
“Then that is your choice, just as it is my choice to stay by your side every waking moment of my day, pointing out that which you could take part in, and that which you should…” The glowing yellow eyes narrowed at Rykers sentence. Richmon had never been one to be pushed away lightly, and he was obscenely stubborn.
