Without Symmetry (Open)

[Symmetry]

[bg=lightblue][atrb=width,400,true] the pieces just won't fit.... Eros Well, what could he say? He was in a new land, somewhere far away from where all his troubles began. He moved automatically, his gait neither collected or rushed, simply ongoing. There seamed to be an unending strength carrying him on, and the muscular seven year old seemed almost at ease as his broad, sturdy frame conquered the trechorous land around him. The grasses around these parts were lush, but Eros onyx orbs were blank, and the rugged male pushed passed them without so much as a glance. His mind had total control now, and he was lost to the thoughts that never seemed to leave him. He felt heavy all the time, unable to withstand the impact of not understanding. He could not remember who he had been before that day, all he had were the words of a mare he had met months later who had claimed to know him. She, of course, was a liar. The horse she had described could not have been him, for she had described her brother as a proud, honorable male, one who knew justice and kindness. All he had done since waking up after the accident was hurt others, abuse them after their kindness or leave them stranded. He was a monster, and yet she had been so sure. He had grown enraged at his inability to comprehend this information, and he took it out on her. When he finally snapped himself out of it, he found he had done something horrible. Unable to bring himself to put the dying mare out of her misery, he had watched for an hour while she slowly bled to death. See- what kind of sick being was he? With a low snort the large roan stag continued, his endless march. He knew he had to do something, that to just go on like this would be futile. What though, could he possibly live for; power? greed? family? The latter, of course, was impossible. He would always snap, would always betray and destroy. It was the way he had been for years now, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to fight it, but now all there was to do was give in. He just went with it, neither committing himself to anything or getting his hopes up.