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Away from the civilizations, away from the forests, the rolling hills sat a soft plain of grass. Away from it all and often forgotten even by the wildlife; ruined pillars, broken homes and walls. Vines long taken hold of this place and the memories of those that had once been here are even more so forgotten. Not a single soul had stepped in here with any real purpose for many lifetimes. The smooth stones were worn with time, blasted by the heat of the summer and softly reminded of their fragility by the winter. Among these ruins wandered a large golden demi-god, quietly taking in the various homes that had once been lofty and caring. He could feel the deep seated love as merely an echo here. Taking the time to feel it out; passion and love were some of the most intense short lived emotions but left a lasting impact on the land long after they had been cast aside by the dead. He’d run his hands over the smooth stones that made up the largest of the walls. Leaning against it; the cold sensations of the stone spoke to him of ages long past. They had hoped to be cared for but instead had been forgotten about. His brows furrowed slightly at the thought and he’d sigh softly. A soft song springing up to his lips. He understood the music of this place; the sorrow and happiness went hand in hand. There had been intense violence here as part of the reason it had been abandoned and he understood that not every place would end in happiness. The skulls and bones of the deceased shifted slightly as he made his way through the ruins. The gentle song that rolled along the plain area seemed to encompass it completely. He rarely went to places where violence had been so paramount but he had been drawn here by his desire to heal those that were already gone. Put to rest ages ago sure; but there was a lingering desire he wished to amend. The sadness that weighed heavy instead was gently brushed by the music he drew in; his mana rolling along the walls of this place and his gentle nature kissed the sunlight as it shone brightly overhead. He was practically glowing with kindness, the intense desire and passion to the land. Past that kindness, that desire, that passion was a practically rolling inferno of love directed at one person and one person only. Regardless of the distance that burned like a shining star even though it was the middle of the day. The wind came along and carried his song far and wide through the plans. Almost running into the trees only to stumble here and there. He was clearly happy with his choice today… |