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the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in between - Argen - 12-24-2016
[I know I can't set this to private, but I'd love it if it were only higher ranked or leaders (someone who can accept argen back) to keep the pace of this thread quick!] RE: the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in between - Mauja - 12-25-2016 Art by Neverr ♥ but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
Bitterness tasted like dust in your mouth, a thin film coating your tongue, sand and gravel between your teeth and gums. And it didn't matter how much he drank, or how much he chewed on it—it didn't go away. It stayed there, stuck, a reminder of everything he hated about this world. It was quite a lot, to be fair, and most of all he hated himself, and his heart. He hated the muddied labyrinth of his own rage; missed the clean, sterile lines, the icy, logical perfection guiding his every action. The arrogance which gave him a cause, and enabled him to act. Without his racial bias, he was nothing, a sworn guardian who could not strike another because he had no right and words could settle everything but damned hearts turned to darkness— And pride. Pride was poison, but Mauja was cut from his angry, frustrated musings by a call ringing out. It was a summons, for the leaders of this place, and Mauja's ears fell flat against his neck. He wasn't sure what he was; above the masses, but below his King and Queen? A pawn, nothing much but a shield, a bulwark, an arrow to shoot into the darkness... He let out a shaky breath, shook his head, tamed his demons. The diamond snowflakes in his mane clicked against one another, and he set out for the call. It wasn't somebody he remembered—after seven years in a land where everyone came and went, he needed more than the mere notion of having been herd mates to tie them to his memory. He needed snatches of conversation, maybe names, something solid and not just a dun roan with white spots and a bronze dragon on his back. Mauja tilted his head to the side. Beneath the skin, the black currents ran dark and wild, but still he breathed calm and grace, patient as the world itself. A rugged winter coat hid the sharpest angles of his body, but a keen eye would notice the hollows in his flanks and hips, and just how hard he looked with all the bones so close to the surface. "Hello," he said pleasantly, watching the stranger. "I am Mauja. What can I do for you?" [ @Argen Silverline grandbebe <333 ] RE: the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in between - Argen - 12-29-2016
RE: the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in between - Mauja - 01-03-2017 Art by Neverr ♥ but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
There were things there, little lines of fire and tension, things he saw but did not mirror back in his eyes—knowledge he did not reveal. There was a story in the little sidestep, in the rush of his word, a parry of sorts. It was either ill intent, or some kind of fear, stress, anxiety. Mauja made to blink, but closed his eyes instead. He didn't know what to do about anything anymore. Alysanne was a fractured, cracked being at heart. Myrrine had attempted suicide, spurred on by Tilney. Toulouse had attempted to push Raeden off of a cliff, for no reason at all. Oizys was still a little bitch deserving nothing but to be annihilated. Not even the joy of the Giving Tree had fixed anything. He didn't know his herd anymore. He didn't know the land. He was trapped in a current taking him somewhere he did not want to go, head barely above the surface, breathing seawater spittle and foam. And now he found himself with someone either here to destroy them, or simply seeking shelter, purpose, and Mauja had no idea what to do about it. Was it a risk he could take? Or did it not matter at all, because they housed a nest of vipers anyway? "I see," he said after a moment, simply to pass the time. So he had lived here before, this Argen, but he was still unfamiliar. Under whose reign had it been? His own? Shame on him if that was the case. Sighing softly, Mauja opened his eyes. "Welcome home again, Argen. Is there any particular path you wish to pursue..?" [ @Argen ] RE: the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in between - Argen - 02-06-2017
[IM LITERALLY THE WORST.] @Mauja |