For Eternity I Wander

[Zacho 2177]

A tall figure of around seven feet wandered into the forest, taking in every sight that he could around the Dominion forest. HIs eyes glowed ever yellow as he stepped deeper into the forest and with every step came a resounded crack of fallen branches that he had no care for but yet he continued along. The figure in black plated armor and with light red wraps around his waist and arms continued along his path into the deepest part of the forest, a place where the light rarely shone through the heavy canopy of the Wood Elven forest. The forests smell of petrichor and he would know that if he had still the ability to smell. Of course once again he was lacking. He lacked the ability to feel physically, to smell…. and even to bleed. His body was held stagnant and unbreathing. The yellow that once truly glowed in his eyes seemed diminished and lacking but still his hand moved to remove the metal that covered his hand. Upon the air touching his skin it was noticed by the being that his skin began to distort and twist in its space and was fading ever slowly, and with that the muscle under his skin was shown and the blood red metal that surrounded the bones that made his arms abnormally strong, was also shown to himself. The being that felt no pain or had little concept of pain continued on into the forest for quite some time until he had reached a point where there was no light shining on the base of the tree and only the normal light amount of light hung about the forest. He removed the helmet on his head that had protected him for years, as well the skin on it distorted and twisted in his place with a long sigh. A slice of a blade was heard, withdrawn from the comfortable sheath and he began to carve into the tree for long hours, only to finish once the words ‘Gul-san’yar’ had been inscribed deep into the wood and he’d seem to freeze for a moment in deep thought “Mi zhuld go… Buyt’ he cut off as he thought of all those back in the Dominion, those who he had began to care for and had protected for years. He thought back to the days of Axios and in Krugmar, when he fought for a purpose, that being Shagarath’yar. The name only brought on more memories, and how Shagarath’Yar and Elphaba had brought him to this world, birthed from only bones and sinew was the Muyakelg. “Mi Muyakelg… mi nub zpozed tooh lazt diz loong. Buyt mi am…” He’d cut off into thought again, obviously conflicted about what he spoke “Iz nub mi tik bruderz. Mi muzt ztay hur unlee uh lyttle bit loongur.” And with those words he set off from the tree that had his name carved into it, forever carved in such a place for years to come.

[Princeton 396]

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