Thunder Dome deja vu

@Elowen Aeloria

hopelessness, is what ikaros often felt these days. to be without purpose, and to be so alone. it's what he craved, as it's what he thinks he deserves. his mind has been as turbulent as the weather here, up on the highest point of the volcano. 

the storms reminded him of home, and it was a bittersweet sentiment. 

he thought he'd hated home. despised his people, his gods, his parents. despised the pedestal he'd been thrusted upon, the false title he'd worn before he up and deserted. it was the very place where the awful, gnawing feeling that made his chest feel oh so tight, had spawned. but now that he was truly alone...the tortured child within him missed it. 

at least there, he had a purpose, albeit one he could've never fulfilled. at least there, he had company who'd fawn at his feet. he had a title, a job...but here? in lands so far away, so unfamiliar? 

he's nothing. but perhaps he's always been nothing.

the journey to the peak is arduous and tough, though he refused to turn back. the dark clouds that brewed overhead, often illuminated by the lightning within, made him feel at ease. storms had always been magnificent to him; how something so destructive could be so beautiful...

perhaps it's how he wishes he could be seen. 

the rain pelts him in thick bullets, soaking his fur, causing it to curl at its edges. he doesn't mind the cool sting—it helps quiet his mind. each rumble of thunder, each strike of brilliant life, it helps him feel better, if only for a moment. 

so atop that peak he sits, soaked and cold, where the sobs that shake his chest are covered by the roar of the storm. he's scared, helpless, and defeated. perhaps, if he'd condemned himself to this peak, he'd be better off. 

there was no one to mourn him, anyway. up here, he could be taken by the storms he chased, and perhaps only then he'd feel happy.