The moonlight struggles on a soul lost.
The moon gently rose high into the night, its full and wonderful beauty splayed out upon the sea of dancing stars. It’s gentle rays splaying downwards upon the forest below, as Eimar rested against a large tree his bow cradled upon his lap. As the man was dressed in his new attire, deep crimson red coat with a high collar trimmed in gold with black vest. A pair of silver Drake pins set upon either side of his collar, no fire burned as he sat in quiet contemplation.
To his right was a small and simple stone shrine with four figures carved of simple wood perched upon it.It was well maintained and cared for, as fresh Lilly’s sat at the base with a few simple wooden toys. As the moonlight reached down, threw the branches of the tree. Several names were caught in its light, Helena, Rachel,Damien, and Josephine while the figures seemed to match a older woman and three children.
Long into the night he sighed as he looked out at the forest “I seem lost of late my dear star of my heart I have rose higher than I ever thought. While I have money, recognition and friends life seems still without the colors or guiding path it had.” He looks up at the night sky smiling softly and tenderly.
“It seems just yesterday we were running around together not a care in the world as children. As our parents arranged our marriage. Look at me now in love with one woman, who I can never truly be with. While my desire for a family on the other grows and my attentions for another I seem cannot progress, my god is angry at me upon another. Having to prevent hot headed children from starting wars.``he sighs deeply “ life is more complicated then ever. And I try to plan for everything I can but even the best I do things always happen to upturn them.” He slowly gets up taking out some flint and steel and lights a small candle resting it upon the altar.
Kneeling in front of it as he gently cleans some dirt off of a corner “I did much when you and my stars passed from this life. But I will keep my promise my dear and my oath to you, I will always seek to protect those that cannot do so themselves. To use my words over my weapons lest I succumb to blood lust, to live my life in honor and truth remaining steadfast. While committing myself to the trials that burden my shoulders without complaint.” Leaning down he kisses the small stone smiling softly
“I will always do this my dear, and when my death comes for me I do not shirk it, for I face it gladly knowing I will join you all once more. On that small farm once again in the light of the world.” He stood up picking up his spear and shield as he slowly moved away his heart and soul feeling empty more then ever, as the wind blew gently swaying some leaves out of the way revealing the words “here lies a loving mother son and daughters may the find peace.”
(been stuck in Mississippi forover a week and the itch to do some form of rp been driving my crazy, so figured I put forth some of the story of him. That’s occurred so far as I promised someone)