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12-23-2014, 11:27 AM
Her limp was getting no better, and with every agonizing step, Rhiannon felt her bitterness growing. Ever since meeting with Crowley at the Endless Blue, the Brindled Devil's mood had been sullen... Especially when that winged brute had arrived and taken Hotaru away. The helplesness she had felt, the anger, rage, unfairness, self-loathing had ruined her mood only further. Not only was she uncurably lame, cursed by her own, crazed father, but the love of her life, the light to her darkness, the Siren's song to soothe the demons in her head, had been stolen from beneath her very own hooves... 'Damn you, Rhiannon... You should've done something. You should've acted, you should've fought, you should've bled! But you didn't! You stood there like a fool while Hotaru surrendered, while she allowed herself to be taken away! These thoughts and more like them had become a familiar cycle since that terrible day, and unfortunately, Rhiannon was crippled and weak and unable to go in search for her beautiful minstrel. It was a cruel twist... But Rhiannon was no fool. As much as her pride was damaged and aching, as much as her heart yearned for the familiar caress of her coral Spy, the Soldier knew that Hotaru was far more capable of handling herself in the Throat than anyone else. With poise and strength Hotaru handed over her freedom, and Rhiannon prayed for that very strength to handle being left behind. "Oh, Ru..." Loneliness was not a familiar emotion, and when faced with new things, Rhiannon tended to react in the same way; with blood-boiling, black out inducing rage. Through the Basin she had wandered, her pace slow and muscled form pathetic due to her lame front leg. If only there was a cure... But there wasn't. No amount of magic could heal this wound, for it was a curse of darkness itself that made her lame. Spotting the familiar steam rising in the distance, signaling the location of the Hot Springs, the Brindled Devil turned in her aimless wandering and headed towards the soothing waters, knowing that it would help alleviate the pain. What she didn't expect, however, was for Hotaru's very own daughter to already be there. Of course. Of fucking course. For a long moment Rhiannon stood stock-still, lame leg lifted in pain, icy-silver and molten-gold oculars locked on the pale form of her love's daughter. Arya. That was her name. Rhiannon remembered the bitter jealousy she had felt upon seeing Hotaru and Arya dancing during the Basin party upon the Insula, but now... Such emotions felt so petty. She was so very tired. Heaving a deep, long breath, Rhiannon limped into the waves, far enough away from Arya and the grey mare's bodies to not be intruding, and a low hiss escaped her lips as the warm waters enveloped her bum leg. For a long while the ebony, brindled creature remained quiet and stationary, standing in the hot waters and allowing the liquid to take away her pain, her self-loathing, to clean the dirty and grime from her body and rid her of the terrible things that seemed to have all happened at once... "Arya," the sound of her own voice surprised her, for Rhiannon truly didn't intend to speak, "... Are you well, child?" Slowly, dual-toned eyes glanced to the grey mare, the stranger, the one who was of the Basin but she didn't know, before looking back to the youth. She and Arya had never really spoken to one another, but they surely shared a common pain. Certainly they were both aching due to Hotaru's capture... And certainly they could form some kind of bond, built upon familiar ground? Of course, maybe not. Maybe Arya, so headstrong and beautiful like her mother, would shun Rhiannon's advances of socializing, of bonding, and deal with this all on her own... Either could happen, and Rhiannon braced herself for either small talk, or bitter scorn. Gods knew she deserved it. @[Arya] I'm SOOOO sorry for the wait! <3 |
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