Alive. It was bound to give one a new lease on life, having taken away from you for so long. Having been transported to a realm where 'life' itself existed, in a different, foreign, painful and tormenting sort of way. That the mare could walk beneath the dappled moonlight of the canopy with a smooth, swinging stride, albeit with a strange, slight tugging sensation along the rough scar lines of her barrel, was truly magnificent. Why us? she would often ask her dragon, the golden queen who was far more wiser than she could ever hope to be - Akaith seemed to hold an answer to everything her bonded deigned to ask her, and while the wisdom of her answers sometimes varied, the mare knew she would be lost without her. Why, Akaith? the mare's urgings continued, pressing the golden queen, who was in fact many leagues away, off hunting or feasting or doing whatever it was dragon's did when they weren't by their bonded's sides. Fix the balance, the gold's soothing tones came through their bond, resonant against the mare's very soul, as it had been for near on two decades now. They had spoken of this before, time and again, and yet Mirage could not shake the query - nor the many more that it brought in its wake. But why should we be preserved when others have died? In new life there must be death - but our lives are not new, they are old and well-lived. Our bodies are aged and- the mare's thoughts were abruptly cut by her bonded's, who spoke rather sharply to cease her beloved's rapid-fire ponderings. It is what it is. Our bodies are old but our minds are sharp. Our hearts and souls still bonded. Your siblings are gone. Gone… Never before had she been the only one of her generation left. Always she had had brothers and a sister to stand by her side, to watch over her, even if they were realms away, they were always together in that cosmic, unexplainable manner. The shadow-mare walked, silently along, the glisten of silver-gold at her leg the mark of the eternal twilight that surrounded her. In her mind's eye, her dragon transmitted images of the mid-afternoon light that the day truly was - but the mare rarely saw such sights like that anymore. Did she miss it? How could she, when the Goddess of the Moon had been the one to bring her back? When she had been born to lands where the Sun did not rise, lands that she had only craved to return to ever since their demise? The lands beneath her hooves changed. Sand, muted to a pale yellow beneath her artificial moonlight, sifted beneath the steps of her neat, rounded feet, as her steps became more energised, her gaze lifting up from her inwards lamentations, her ears pricking as she hoped to catch - what? Signs of her daughters, her niece? The Edge would have been the logical place to visit first, but the mare was not so daft as to have neglected to gather the name of the new Sultana of the Dragon's Throat. Tandavi,, and it set her heart alight. She prayed to any God who would listen that she would find her daughters there also - but to know where one relative was would satisfy her for now. She was naturally surprised to see that changes that had been wrought upon the lands - and yet, she could see the usefulness such isolation could bring. A soft, enchanting call went up from her throat, as her dragon winged its way back from wherever it was to eventually land upon the dark mare's back. Together they stood, DragonHeart and her dragon, hope in their hearts and gazes as they peered over the watery expanse that separated the Throat from Helovia. [ ooc :: Open for any, but she is looking for @[Tandavi], Amaris and Semira - I'll throw Amaris in here at some point, but would really prefer not to RP with myself :3 ] |
[OPEN] by moonlight
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The mare watched as the other approached, expecting the Throat to hold a host of guards patrolling its borders - the Throat of old always had a strong militia, it was no surprise (and in fact, a comfort for the mare), to see that this was still the case. Mirage knew that Kri had left, but from there her memory was hidden in shadows - the darkness had swept over the lands, she had gone to fight it and.. She remembered that the Throat and the Edge carried their alliance through, she remembered sending her daughters this way with her brother when the war broke out, and yet, she did not remember the time as clearly as she should have. It was too near the great upheaval, the dark abyss that had swallowed her and her dragon whole, then torn them apart only to put them back together again and again, slowly and deliberately extracting as much pain and then more upon the mare and her dragon.. It was little wonder the old mare's memories were fogged on details. "This twilight is a gift from the Goddess, for my lifelong devotion to the study of her ways." Akaith had settled upon her back, as her bonded spoke amiably to the blue-and-black pegasus mare, whose disposition Mirage could not help but compare to that of the Resolute's. "I know the importance of balance between the Gods, (having lived through enough examples of what could go wrong when an imbalance tilted the equilibrium) and so I stand against none of them. I keep mostly near the lands of the Edge, though I venture south to enquire after some relatives I.. Became separated from when the Shades took the lands." It was hard to say, to explain her situation to a complete stranger. Normally reserved, the mare did not want to give her life's story to this winged soldier, not without the promise of something in return - but what choice did she have? She was an Outcast, a vagabond, truly with no responsibilities except to the cares of her heart, which was why she was here. And she did not want to be turned away for posing a threat that did not exist, truly, she wanted peace, as she always had (though technically she had always wanted balance and equality, and whether that came with peace or chaos depended on her mood, really). Mirage would pay the price of revealing more than she desired to this time; she only hoped that it would be worth it in the end. "I seek Tandavi and Amaris, one my niece and the other my daughter. I heard whispers that they call the Throat home now, and only wish to know of their wellbeing, though I would welcome an opportunity to see them for myself should it be presented." Halting her words, the mare's façade took on an amused glint, as she realised she had forgotten one crucial piece of information. "Forgive me, I am Mirage, and this is Akaith." Bleh, sorry for the wait and the shitty reply.. I'm thinking timeline-wise this is set just after the Throat's herd meeting/just before the invasion? Still open!
Mirage the DragonHeart
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