Admetus, The Doldrums

[Slic3man 484]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rE7S4nLrThs

 

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“Thou can nay tarry in eternity, f'r in azure light seek thy name none can see the mortal arbitrament within. Fellow comradery may nay absolve what live within; but look f'r which such wander of the most. Find what thy experience hinders, as what thy ponder most.”

 

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Admetus was once but a man of simplicity and sovereignty, to which only some would understand to great extents. His codes were brash and figured in textile demeanor that often left many confused on his true goals. How would one discover such a man’s means, for each would justify an end. Always seen as a man of the simple mind, ruse ensued wherever the giant would walk. Born of large visage never made him welcome within the lands of most, discarded and seen as nary more than an aberration of the womb. To which extent put forth his own growth from childhood, and further on to his own beliefs and horrors.

 

His stature acquired most of the attention from personas from wherever which land he traveled. Thus dubbed by men as “The Giant.” None would ponder what other name-calling this abomination would have, seen no more than beast beside man. Mortal lay beneath the flesh however, nae bestiary and a thing of husbandry. One of peasantry would take such non-judgmental steps through evolution, indulging upon the man’s curse from the womb. Mother taken by birth-right, and father staked to the dirt with nails of grief.

 

Name was to be given to such creation, the one of soil bestowing him name-call, thus Admetus. Confused the hamlet would be upon monstrosity toiling with their farms, harvests for the newborn such as he once was. Not one or more souls knew of origin of Admetus, it was simply… forged. Knuckles creased and skin pulled, the servant worked farm by night and day. Tired he did not, though weary he became. Time was but unknown cryptic, as wind swept what years Admetus knew as one word; youth.

 

Tundra and white laced through a beast-man’s plump toes, condensing beneath his steps to a future veiled. Though each Adam possesses Eve, and each Eve seeks the bulwark to their livings. Said Eve was pronounced by Admetus as beauty. Her ensnared and lithe fingers outstretching his figure to see what was within. Dedication sought its servants, Admetus sought his beliefs. Love found once found twice, the giant conglomerated with what absolved him of his death, servitude.

 

Mortality can only find limited tenure in lands unaccompanied by peace’s clutches; no hindrance gave breath to Admetus. The sun will be the son while the moon will be the daughter and the land is its law. Beasts from the covenant of feminine-man make are not bound to societal beliefs; this the former knew very well. Servitude is dedication; akin to Admetus’ marriage to such binds. Shadows cast upon land just as the azure light may, ebony flesh overlapping what was once opaque purity. No acceptance can be given to those granted diversity from others granted life only to pass.

Matter not did Ademtus’ suffrage to which he gave life unto. Blood stained careers clung to the slave similar to parasites upon hosts. Lack of nourishment was but sneers to a singular round-eared construct. Prisoner to self-belief and crackling flame, to which gives no accompanying warmth. Nae but hissing numbness, frostbitten toes tinging with pain wrought of betrayal. Azure glow promised hilarious outcome to Admetus, though what was sought gnashed its jaws. Such a beast his; gnashing jaws and deceitful skin. Birthed under same titles, his rival; Malghourn.

Admetus the Doldrums, sealed away from self-harm, sealed away from fate veiled by thick blizzards and white flurries.

 

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“Th’ exiled remain borne, just as the banished remain concept. Society tear at they until rise f’r fall; though most dedication be found branded in flesh. Survival remains difficult in loveless land and jagged monstrosities.”

 

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[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.