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[OPEN] No Forgivance

Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
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Too long has she been mocked; too long has she been forgotten; and now, now it will be no longer. When the gates opened and her captor fled the winter palace of the North, the daughter of death, of oblivion, did not wait, did not hesitate -- she drifted from the glistening ice and snow into a world, a wraith on the wind. Lost. She waltzed into cold and the frigid wind, scarred tissue chafing over brittle bones, a mere ghost where once she had been twisted and deranged and as real as a demon. If only she could bring that back, dig up that Confutatis of times past; but now she was old. Weary. Each tear burned and sizzled behind her desiccated eyes, locked away only by sheer determination and a broken patience.

Her time for tears would come, but only when she dead.
Fortunately, she wasn't dead quite yet.

The wolf makes her slow and tedious way down from the Frostbreath Steppes, a frost grizzling on her gradually silvering fur, encasing her in gleaming diamond and frozen droplets. To stop, she knows, would be death; even despite the mildness on the Birdsong breeze, her bones press and pain her in new ways after her long period of confinement in the Basin. Muscle, which once bulged beneath a dark coat, has shriveled and withered away after months of disuse, and her pelt is thin. At least in the back of her cell there had been a warmth off the walls that kept her from the shivers that racked her emaciated frame now.

Her best hope is to escape the winds of the north and seek sanctuary in the South -- and so she hobbles along, bruised and battered, head down and eyes narrowed against the wind. With each step along the way, the aches increase, until she is almost in agony; but still, she grits down on her groans. She was the World Eater. She was destined for greatness -- destined for a life of leading armies and waging wars and murder.

As the sun breaks the horizon, night at last fading into day, the wolf collapses. Breath rattles from her lungs with a startling loudness, and each rib stands out super-imposed on her shadowed hide. Ragged. Desecrated.

Confutatis, broken.
Confutatis, having lost the war.

The thoughts storm.
They rage. They burn and they ache and yet there she lies in the snow, legs occasionally moving feebly, but down.
She wants to scream. How dare they? How dare the Basin do this to her?
She is a GODDESS.

Fuck them.
FUCK THEM ALL

CONFUTATIS



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Messages In This Thread
No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-14-2014, 09:48 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-14-2014, 11:22 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 12-15-2014, 06:04 AM
RE: No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-18-2014, 08:40 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-24-2014, 05:38 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-20-2014, 09:26 AM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 12-21-2014, 04:38 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-28-2014, 10:41 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 01-03-2015, 08:25 PM

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