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the bitter end - Glasgow - 12-08-2015 to die by your side,
My rugged pale pelt coincided with the marble that adorned the sides of the Ancient Rotunda as I passed through, awed and amazed at the fact of how much these simplistic columns and stained glass reminded me of home. Glassy eyes looked up at the ceiling of the structure, colors cascading down in a rainbow of forms against my alabaster skin. It was soothing, but also painful. A painful reminder of the fact that I couldn’t get my sister back, that I couldn’t save her, that I ended up with these horrible scars and broken horn. It was at that point that I swung my heavy crowned head around to make sure I hadn’t lost the tip of my horn out of my tail, swishing it gently I could still see the reflection of the little trinket I carried with me now. Heaving a gentle sigh, I leaned my weathered bones against the column closest to me. Glancing down into the little courtyard attached to the Rotunda, listening to the sounds of the water and the birds overhead. Glassy eyes scanned across the field in view, feeling the chill in the air as it whipped by my mane and tail. It brushed lightly against my skin and I couldn’t help but to breathe in the scent of Tallsun’s passing, wondering just how long it was before my tenth birthday and how I already felt like a skeleton walking among gods. Speaking of gods, I had learned a lot from my past experiences with gods. The fact that they were nothing to mess with and (at least for me) nothing to praise. I never had a god do anything helpful for me. If anything, the only experiences I had with them had been punishment and desertion. As if they got upset enough if you left their faith, they weren’t even there to protect you when you needed them most. And they expected us to blindly follow them. While my vision was slowly beginning to fail me as I grew older, I had come to realize that I wasn’t going to follow them and hang on their every word. For me, I felt as though they had something to prove to me. Even in Helovia. I had seen the aftermath of the Rift fights. The disease that sprawled across the lands. It reminded me too much of the demons that haunted me back home. But it was also something that kept me closed off. I wasn’t willing to open myself too much anymore, afraid of getting attached and getting them ripped from me again. I had dealt with that once before, and once was more than enough. All I knew was that I felt so alone in this world now, surrounded by so many that may or may not have any idea of how the world works in other places. The idea of it was enough to nearly make me sick in so much blind ignorance that many seemed to have about the gift of life. It wasn’t something to take for granted. And I slowly hoped that perhaps I hadn’t taken it with a grain of salt. I felt like I proved myself over and over again, despite the fact that nobody could see it. Now, no one could even see past my scars. "Talk." —is such a heavenly way to die. @Alune RE: the bitter end - Alune - 12-08-2015 @Glasgow RE: the bitter end - Glasgow - 12-19-2015 to die by your side,
I had become entirely engulfed by my own thoughts to not even notice the approaching figure. I seemed blinded to the movement as my ears flickered with the inner turmoil I felt, still unsure how someone could trust a deity to be anything but evil. I lowered my head, rubbing my neck against the stone to please an itch that had crawled across my skin. Puffing out a slight snort I closed my eyes, distracted but feeling almost at home with the touch of the stone. My homeland had been made nearly entirely by columns like this, marbled and beautiful in appearance. Now, destroyed and crumbling on the ground to wither away in the elements. "Sorry if I have intruded, milady." I opened my glassy eyes to see an azure stag with pale eyes staring back at me. I raised a slight eyebrow, milady? Did he think I was some kind of royalty? I had never been graciously given such a name. If it had been in any other circumstances, I would have probably blushed - but the emotions I felt were caught up with me, allowing my composure to keep to the pale state they were. I wasn't even sure how to respond to him. Yes he had intruded, but he intruded my thoughts that attacked my mind like piranhas in my often vulnerable state. I shook my head 'no' to the stallion and offered him a brief smile. "No, my friend, you've saved me from my thoughts and for that I thank you. I admitted, dipping my head to him in return. "You're more than welcome to join me, company is always appreciated and rare to find when you look like me." I could have laughed to lighten the mood, but no. Instead I turned my gaze away from him, sighing to myself in the brutal honesty that had passed my lips. "You're the new Seer in the Edge, aren't you? I remember seeing your face in the meeting. Congratulations on the promotion." My voice spoke to him in a pleasant way but my mind kept screaming at the idea of being so close to the gods. Perhaps things had been different where he came from. I wondered if it could be an interesting exchange of stories for the both of them, considering my past job was similar to his. Where he spoke with the gods, I did their work with little to no recognition. I was a diplomat for them, and I wondered if his job was to be as such as well. "Talk." —is such a heavenly way to die. @Alune , SORRY I SUCK. |