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you just drank from my eyes - Euphrates - 08-24-2015 Hi! Anyone is welcome to this but just let me clarify the setting and his appearance a little more concretely since this post is meant to resemble Euphrate's coming to of consciousness. :) Today the Flats are so blindingly bright (like so white there are barely shadows) and salt cakes the terrain inland. Undrinkable puddles highly concentrated with sodium litter the beach and form rivulets over the course of the tides. Euphrates lay coated in salt, breathing shallowly on the surf. He has just washed up to the Flats from the Isles (his old homeland). His body is slightly rippling, but clear as a puddle itself. (Think glass bottom boat view). If you touch him, his colors will ripple and if you're close enough, you will be a reflection on his skin's surface (just like water).
RE: you just drank from my eyes - Evaneska - 08-26-2015 Shining light so bright where do you lead? To Heaven? To Hell? If I were to follow in your steps, bask in your blinding luminescence, will you guide me to a light after death? Say so and I will gladly follow thine's guidance. Deliver me to a higher ascension and I will sing my praise. Broken, battered, bruised - reprieve me of this life. Let me go to a land where I have naught to worry about the twisted, malevolent hands of fate. Please, I beg of thee, save me from this hollowed, cracking husk. Even if I was to be brought back to Urd, to the depths of Hell, I would welcome this with gratitude. To the moon and back my heart would soar. Urd was a wicked place of corruption and death, but it was there I found relief. Ironic to find my first genuine kind soul in Hell's domain. Oh, Thantos. My master. If only I hadn't left your side. If I was stronger, if I could have fought for myself. You're probably dead because of me, refusing to leave until the bitter, bitter end. "Help." A simple four letter word made my ears press against my skull in weariness. Yes, help. We all needed help in these corrupt lands. But no. Wait. That voice, however faint, sounded ever so close. The harsh rays impaired my vision. “Is someone there?” My words dragged out hesitantly. Aye, if this was just the voices in my head playing torment on my mind once again I would surely look like a fool. Yet the way the voice had spoke felt and sounded real. One, two, three steps in the voice's direction. I paused, hesitated. Who was I thinking I could help a stranger when I could not even help myself? Humpty Dumpty had a great fall yet I couldn't even begin to patch those wounds. I would simply get in the way - a burden rather than a being of hope. My body quivered as I argued with myself. His blood was already on my hooves, could I live with another? Two more paces forward. But at the same time I brought disaster to those around me. One pace back. The horses of my old herd, the residents of Urd.. Another step back. That's when I heard the voice ring in my ears once again and, before my mind could protest it, my trembling legs carried me to the voice. Eyes squinted but it did little to block out the dangerous light. They burned from the intensity, especially as I opened them even more. A cocoon laid before me: a pegasus curled in his own wings. Curiously, light reflected off of his hide like - Surprise caught my throat. Like.. water? Was this a mere optical illusion or was his body truly made of water? I recalled my parched throat, my cracking lips. The water around here was polluted with salt but maybe this - No! What was I even thinking. “Sir?” Oh please be alive. I could not stand anymore death. “I am right in front of you. What assistance are you in need of?” There was no masking the fear in my voice. From left to right my weight shifted as I prayed the stallion still breathed. Not that praying had ever gotten me anywhere. @Euphrates ooc;// hope you don't mind me jumping in! RE: you just drank from my eyes - Euphrates - 08-28-2015
RE: you just drank from my eyes - Evaneska - 08-28-2015 A spell of enchantment was cast. As if in a trance, my eyesight was consumed by the ripples of his body. With each move the water shifted. I glanced at the salted aqua that surrounded the flats. Could he be born from the ocean: a mixture of waves and swirling water? His arrival I had not witnessed, but the way the liquid caressed his torn and tattered body. Whether or not he was a son of the sea he had surely washed ashore. It explained his condition well. As peaceful as water could be it was also a force of nature to be reckoned with: some currents seeking to tear the skin away from your body. It would push and shove mercilessly or even grab you by its jaws and drag you under. I could only imagine the pain. No.. Actually.. I couldn't. I had a fair amount of hardships under my belt - perhaps too many than I would like to recall. But none of them had ever consisted of near drowning (if a Son of the Water Gods could do such a thing). At first I thought I misheard him. His voice was hoarse and quiet so it was very easy I was mistaken. However the more I watched him the more uncertainty watched over me. “Surely you cannot mean that, stallion blessed by water's touch.” But who was I to talk? How many times did I wish for it all to end? I recall pleading, begging, for my wish to be granted. My wish to simply.. cease to exist. Harsh light attempted to burn my retinas but I continued to stare, this time struck by a different sight. My own face looked back at me. Hollow, sunken, solemn. This, this was me? When was the last time I had gazed at myself? I couldn't remember. The familiar rise of shame threatened to flood my chest as my small, deformed wings twitched. I wanted to look away yet I couldn't. The mare who stared at me looked so lifeless and empty. Any spark of hope that once danced in her eyes had been brutally burned out. Staring at her - me - I felt disgust. A lost caused is what looked back at me. A burden, an existence that didn't matter. A pathetic and miserable being whose eyes haunted my soul. Pathetic, pitiful, hopeless - yes, I was all of those and more. I knew exactly how the stallion felt. Part of me longed to be capable of granting his wish, to give him the freedom that he pleaded for. But I am a coward. Or perhaps merely selfish. The idea of having someones blood on my hooves made me feel sick. My own selfish thoughts refused to follow what the stallion's heart ached for as my own did. “Please, I cannot kill you.” There wasn't much I could do. I was very aware of how useless I was in this situation. “Please.. don't ask for such a thing.” A lump in my throat caused my voice to crack as I bowed my head down. “We need to get you to dry land.. and possibly somewhere the light is not so blinding. I cannot see your conditions when you're basked in such an ethereal aura.” Through the pain I looked around for something, anything. How did I expect to budge him a single inch let alone to safety? I cursed at my weak body. Even as I dragged a large piece of driftwood to the child of water I couldn't stop the voices that were chewing me apart, chiding my pitiful existence. It didn't help that I stumbled with the wood in my mouth, the piece large and heavy. It had to be to carry a stallion of his size. With slow, cautious movements I pushed the large board closer to him as to not appear as a threat. “I have a piece of driftwood.. If you would let me, I will slide it underneath you. I don't know how much good it will do, but..” I have no other ideas, she silently interjected, “I may be able to pull you.” @Euphrates RE: you just drank from my eyes - Euphrates - 09-02-2015
RE: you just drank from my eyes - Evaneska - 09-07-2015 Wings folded against my ears. No.. Please. I did not want to hear this - could not hear this. I wanted to run far away: far from this stallion whom reminded me of myself. His hopeless soul crying out for mercy, his body destroyed by the Rift. Did I truly want someone to continue to live a life like this? No, not in the slightest. They deserved to be set free, but.. “I'm sorry, sir. I am selfish.” Living with bloodstained hooves would be near impossible. There wasn't a doubt his face would haunt me both day and night. Yet at the same time the hollow, sunken look he gave made me wish I wasn't such a selfish coward. If I buried my head in the sand would I be able to shield myself from this view? Legs buckled and threatened to collapse. My body swayed, my head spiraling in endless circles. Knots began to entangle my intestines more and more leaving me feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't deal with this situation - I couldn't bare to see a replica of myself. There was always so many things I couldn't. However.. could I truly not or was it that I simply wouldn't? Relief barely managed to lift any of the weight off of my chest as he requested to help him stand. Immediately I shifted my body closer to him, offering my assistance in any shape and form. All the while my gaze sought to look anywhere but at the stallion born from whirlpools and sea-foam. “I am by your side.” Was that supposed to be reassuring? And if so who was I honestly trying to reassure? Him? Myself? Emotions were waging a war inside my conflicted mind. I wasn't sure how to feel anymore so I settled into the familiar notion of numbness spreading across my body. I tried to detach my body and soul as best as I could. I focused on the situation at hand. All I had to do was help him stand, help him walk. Away from these lands that were obnoxiously light and made me feel ill. Surely even someone like me - who yet again proved their lack of worth - could accomplish this.. right? @Euphrates |