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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:06 pm
This is a private roleplay between Samael (Mahogany Sunset) and Anatola (cyhorse).  
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:05 pm
Samael blinked as the sun cut through the clouds, gray against the cold blue sky. He had been walking through dim forest all morning, and his yellow eyes were sensitive in the moments after he emerged. Even so, as he blinked, he shook his wings out, and all kinds of foliage came out of the feathers at the joints. Membranes and bone slapped together, and after a moment, the teeth and lips that guarded the eyes on his shoulders popped open, as well, blinking in the sunlight.
They were the window to his other soul, though which one governed him at the moment was unclear to him. There was no potential for a good or bad decision here, where nature ruled all - all he had to do was eat, sleep, and drink out here, and there would be no inner conflicts. Out here, he could be as peaceful as he needed, though some days he had to wrestle with his food choices. Grass was hard to find, and he had tasted meat before; it was warm where grass was cold, but that did not make killing another creature any more right. It was his bad soul that had won the decision the day he had hunted down a rabbit the first time, and some days, the bad soul won out again.
His food choices, however, were one of the few times he could really tell which side was making the decision. Good or bad, wrong or right - they plagued him every day when he was with others, trying to make decisions for the better with all the static chiming in. But out here, beneath the eaves of the forest, he was by himself, and that meant peace. It was hard to argue with himself when there was no reason to argue in the first place.
Samael's first decision when he had been fairly capable of surviving on his own was to leave home. Though he loved his mother and sister dearly - and was sometimes the acting adult among the three of them - dealing with the chatter inside his head and with the chatter of others had been too much information to process. And now he wandered alone, at peace for the most part, living from one day to the next and trying not to run into others, mostly because they were hard to deal with, but also because most of them thought he was some kind of freak. There had been a few kind ones, though, and it was kindness that he craved. Understanding.
Until he had that - until he understood himself, until he could turn the voices off and on at will - he would be as at peace as he could be. That meant cool air, a breeze, and the fresh scent of the trees all around him.Sorry for such a reflective post, this is my first time RP'ing him and I needed to figure out just what he's been up to since foalhood. XD Basically, he's standing in a clearing at the edge of a forest, blinking. *eyeroll*
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