no keys and three doors – visitor

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.8px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;]Two years. It seemed cast within the hazy light of impossibility, to regard the time as something plausible, his life condensed down into hours and months in a time that had spanned so long yet was but a small part of the grand picture, lost amongst it all. Shackles which tied him down was all it felt like, the lucid time slipping away beneath the foggy touch of stifled memory, of a family broken as they faded away or death visited them all. Some days it seemed easier to forget, to allow the wind to steal the whispered names of those he had lost so long ago, to let his mind take to the basic instinct which was all he had left, thoughts stifled and pushed to dark corners. Yet it all came back, fell into the spaces he made between each thought and never dared to entertain for there was no reason, his life had been left behind when he had thought it best to escape, the night welcoming him with cold arms, beckoning with bitter-sweet lies he could not ignore.

And that? The childish act of a child made to placate a simple need to know, to fill an empty head with knowledge he might have found in a place beyond the valley set moors? It had been an idiotic thing, for he would so rather go back, to repair the broken segments of his family and to see her smile again, to be wrapped in the warmth of his siblings and to learn from the rough tones of his Godfather. Daywalker, Alakazam, Lee – they were just names now, lost secrets he whispered to the rising sun each morning with no weight anymore, nothing to bare but memories. He lost them all, left behind to fester and die with worry and heart break of which he was the origin, forgotten before his life had truly begun.

They were all gone, left in a time when he wandered and grew older, guided by instinct and mere savage intellect, alone amongst a place which saw them as a stranger, so why was it he was back, allowed himself to cross the rocky terrain, their names a whispered mantra beneath his breath?

A chill trailed over his neck, leaving the skin to prickle uncomfortably and draw his mind back, each step unsteady as he moved, small pebbles left to fall down the side of the mountain. He had searched the old territory, had seen the ruin it had been left within though no touch of surprise had found him, a piece of history to be forgotten. Bitter was the short sound of laughter which left him, pressed through clenched teeth it faded into a wistful sigh. Though it had left a sort of hopelessness to raise he could not bring himself to leave, to go back to the mountain ranges he had wandered for those years. Rather he had pushed on, bolstered by news that another stayed within moors similar to that he was born within he had continued, hoping and letting his heart become light with joy.

It had taken only a day for him to come to terms with the fact it was unlikely it would be the same, that nothing would be as it was then and he once again entertained the thought of leaving, though something pushed back, forced him on. Such is what drove him to this place, his claws struggling to find purchase amongst loose stones as he slowly traversed the slopes, gaze set upon the low grass filled valley it held. Madness. It was all but an insanity he could not shake yet Blissfulignorance entertained it, letting his steps take him further, slipping down the mountain for much of it, for one the smile which curled about his lips was genuine.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.8px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;]To lose those who held your heart within such a gentle hand, the few who might know what even oneself might not be able to realize, hidden beneath fear and the want to simply be someone else, it is a hardship one might never quite get around though peace might be achieved. For him it had been within the close of that first year, to know his own life had encompassed such a time frame and to think back on the hazy memory, of the few brothers and sisters he had hardly the chance to know, of a father hardly there for what was a spy but a horrid father, not quite made for such a difficulty? It was only within one he had found guilt, to leave her had been the hardest for she had been the one there, who had watched over him and had struggled not to cry. It had been her claws that had torn into flesh and tried to pry the bear trap from him, to save a child all too idiotic to listen.

It was within those days when the light could barely warm him, in which the cold left to penetrate his bones was only given more strength, he found the memories looming, other fabricated scenes given a chance to raise alongside it all. Had he not been the eldest, the one given the task of protecting and teaching, yet the one to crumble when the pressure grew too much? But how could one expect a child to stand beneath such hardship and survive, to not buckle as more is put upon them?

“Ah…” A quick exhale, the trickle of rocks left to tumble as he tried to stop his momentum, a rather bad move as the jagged points tore into callused skin, the voice unfamiliar yet the tone was one he had heard before, a question posed all too many times. There was some tinge of something – fear, possibly, or might it have simply been a weary relief – within his gaze as Blissfulignorance came to look towards the other, a huff of breath escaping his nose. It took some time before he finally spoke, focusing upon slowing his uneven breath and the ragged beat of his heart, merely looking to the other, each deep breath one which gave life to a small spark of joy.

Faintly sweet, undelayed with the earthen tone of freshly turned dirt and small traces of flowers – it was one he had grown with, that which covered the thick moors, left a green and purple patchwork, spring giving the wide sea of grass life to heather. “Is this Windclan?” Breathless and quick the words tumbled forth within a rush, the questions Alaskanscape posed seemingly forgotten though he was quick to correct himself, his easy smile hardening somewhat. “Oh… Bliss... Blissfulignorance, I am looking for Windclan, I was told it was around here, I was around during Lilystar’s reign and just, I want to go home…” The words trailed away, wavering as he spoke the nickname he had been called so often, unfitting of the mostly cold and dejected child he had been, no more suited to now. It was when he spoke her name it finally broke, a faint stammer lining the rest of it. He had no right to call the place home anymore, he had been gone for over two years, it was not his anymore than it might be any stranger to this land, but it felt wrong to call it anything else.

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