You came to me on a winters day [Death]

[OPEN] You came to me on a winters day [Death]

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

10-09-2015, 09:37 AM

… The echoes returned and she remembered all the words she and Shadow had exchanged, and she wondered when exactly in this sunlit, but seemingly forsaken time the birds had left their trees. And she randomly wondered if it had been the trembling, or perhaps the lack of that embrace —

Shadow was dead: The pegasus lay there lifeless, wings striped from their precious flight and the body stripped from their even more precious soul. Nothing was left of the friend she knew. And yet, somehow, she lay there so peacefully in the halo of sunlight. Ignited by a strange kind of grace only the dead seem to adorn.She had gone and had taken all from herself. Except the mental pictures that Maren had left in her mind, and she would break them, the memories, into bits that resembled the shards of diamonds and she would treasure them, instead and as she would travel onwards through life she would carefully leave those shimmering shards behind, one by one, until she was again left with none.

Her golden eyes still lay locked on her old friend, folded in silence. Of course she, too, wondered why there couldn’t be another one; another day, another tomorrow where she was still alive. Why the tigermare, from now on, had to live without one of her oldest friends —And that battle was simply what it meant to be mortal, so she was fine; for sadness only went as far as her priorities permitted.

She had long ago accepted that, perhaps, she was heartless and cruel (didn’t mean she was not right). Still, she sighed a whisper without really knowing why she was getting herself involved more than her mind was already. Perhaps it was because she was suddenly infected by the loneliness projected before her eyes in a pearl white figure. “Ërthe…” The girl seemed a bit broken; a fragile puddle of white fur and feathers slowly drowning in its own sadness. So a voice within her whispered to her that she couldn’t just leave the girl as she was; as she lay next to her dead mother on her own.

Confused by the solid knowledge that this was the way things went and also her own rights as a friend, she decided to just move her golden eyes up to the sky and cursed Shadow for leaving her daughter behind like this in silence.

So she continued standing there, still with quivering bones from the fight, bruised and burned and dripping black slime. Looking perhaps a bit awkward, because she wasn’t crying. Wasn’t doing anything except stay quiet —And yet maybe could give some kind of moral support. Maybe even become a pillar the child could grab on to when it would all become too much; a light for guidance, maybe. But all that would be after this now: this moment of rippled tragedy that she looked over and upon from a distance created by the silence of golden eyes.

*sadness* ; A ; @Ërthe

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