01-27-2021, 06:41 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
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//super lateee
Riftweaver understood the confusion surrounding his peculiar circumstances, the looks of distrust he garnered from those who believed him a thief of an identity that never belonged to him. He too held confusion for the situation, confusion for how it happened, and for why. As for the difference in his personality as apposed to the twin he was not born with, but born from, could be attributed to the selective memories he carried and the experiences he'd had that Brandyskies had not. Each person was shaped by a unique mixture of their experiences and circumstances, both within and out of reach of any semblance of control. Riftweaver being no different in this sense.
He had come to the conclusion that he was the parts of Brandyskies that had been buried down, squashed beneath their outwardly strong behavior. Rift did not hold the ability to hide his feelings as well as his counterpart, his face a stage on which his emotions performed. Similarly, he seemed to hold more absence of thought, a more hot-headed way of approaching situations. Current theory being that these traits had always existed within Brandyskies, but had simply been left behind when they split. Perhaps the other was not even aware of these traits, or did not notice that they no longer lingered beneath the surface. Regardless, the leaf-maned male was slowly learning that he was not weaker than Brandyskies, but rather just different.
A knock at his door pulled his attention, his two-toned gaze lingering as he registered the voice that spoke up. Rift hadn't been expecting any company, and had really only planned to nurse his hangover in the quiet of his hut, but he opened the door anyway. "Eulia. Come on in." He tried to hide the surprise in his voice, knowing that the female was not his biggest fan. Yet, he stepped aside and motioned for her to come in.
//super lateee
Riftweaver understood the confusion surrounding his peculiar circumstances, the looks of distrust he garnered from those who believed him a thief of an identity that never belonged to him. He too held confusion for the situation, confusion for how it happened, and for why. As for the difference in his personality as apposed to the twin he was not born with, but born from, could be attributed to the selective memories he carried and the experiences he'd had that Brandyskies had not. Each person was shaped by a unique mixture of their experiences and circumstances, both within and out of reach of any semblance of control. Riftweaver being no different in this sense.
He had come to the conclusion that he was the parts of Brandyskies that had been buried down, squashed beneath their outwardly strong behavior. Rift did not hold the ability to hide his feelings as well as his counterpart, his face a stage on which his emotions performed. Similarly, he seemed to hold more absence of thought, a more hot-headed way of approaching situations. Current theory being that these traits had always existed within Brandyskies, but had simply been left behind when they split. Perhaps the other was not even aware of these traits, or did not notice that they no longer lingered beneath the surface. Regardless, the leaf-maned male was slowly learning that he was not weaker than Brandyskies, but rather just different.
A knock at his door pulled his attention, his two-toned gaze lingering as he registered the voice that spoke up. Rift hadn't been expecting any company, and had really only planned to nurse his hangover in the quiet of his hut, but he opened the door anyway. "Eulia. Come on in." He tried to hide the surprise in his voice, knowing that the female was not his biggest fan. Yet, he stepped aside and motioned for her to come in.