Post by Feathers on Nov 30, 2020 9:55:33 GMT -5
Olsynthe
Olsynthe, or Tealitary rather, was a living legend amongst the bloblings. Wherever he went as he wandered within the city walls, he would hear his name in whispers, arguments and idle conversations.
He thought for sure with little time, his fame would fade, especially since he hadn't published another book for a long while now, but no, he would still hear his name being called on the daily.
And... he couldn't take it anymore.
It was like he was always being haunted or stalked, a feeling of being watched even though no one knew he was Tealitary, apart from maybe the librarian.
It was frightening and stressful, and although Olsynthe was known for being calm, after all this time being famous, he was losing his mind.
So he began to suppress himself. His creativity, his passion, his wisdom, his freedom, he locked it all away and lived life as an empty shell. He would aimlessly wander, not sure what to do with himself, afraid to reach out and do the things he once loved, for fear of increasing his fame once again.
After a long while of becoming someone that wasn't himself, he appeared.
A green humanoid with moving, blue-tipped tentacle-like hair and large swirly pink horns that matched his own.
He smiled for him when he couldn't, he wrote tales of what he longed to write and painted pictures of the imagined dreams he held dear.
He was himself, but free.
But even though he loved this new side of him, he was afraid. Afraid of history repeating itself.
And so he never showed this new form to anyone else. He would craft, write, draw and paint in the darkest, most obscure locations and re-emerge as Olsynthe. It was almost like his old form had become a mask, and his new form became his freedom, his support.
He was... happy like this now. As fragile and confusing as it may be.
Perhaps he'd be okay now, if he tried to write books again...
He thought for sure with little time, his fame would fade, especially since he hadn't published another book for a long while now, but no, he would still hear his name being called on the daily.
And... he couldn't take it anymore.
It was like he was always being haunted or stalked, a feeling of being watched even though no one knew he was Tealitary, apart from maybe the librarian.
It was frightening and stressful, and although Olsynthe was known for being calm, after all this time being famous, he was losing his mind.
So he began to suppress himself. His creativity, his passion, his wisdom, his freedom, he locked it all away and lived life as an empty shell. He would aimlessly wander, not sure what to do with himself, afraid to reach out and do the things he once loved, for fear of increasing his fame once again.
After a long while of becoming someone that wasn't himself, he appeared.
A green humanoid with moving, blue-tipped tentacle-like hair and large swirly pink horns that matched his own.
He smiled for him when he couldn't, he wrote tales of what he longed to write and painted pictures of the imagined dreams he held dear.
He was himself, but free.
But even though he loved this new side of him, he was afraid. Afraid of history repeating itself.
And so he never showed this new form to anyone else. He would craft, write, draw and paint in the darkest, most obscure locations and re-emerge as Olsynthe. It was almost like his old form had become a mask, and his new form became his freedom, his support.
He was... happy like this now. As fragile and confusing as it may be.
Perhaps he'd be okay now, if he tried to write books again...