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Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
[Spongebob squarepants style: 5 YEARS LATER...]
Eventually she was alone again.
The demands of a herd could only be swept beneath a stone for so long, especially for it's sultan. Gaucho had done as she had asked, he had stayed with her that night, and he had held up all her broken pieces with the contours of his muscles and he had welded them beneath the warmth of his fire until they loosely fit together again, enough at least to get them home. Ampere could not continue to confiscate his strength though, her shadow like a leech upon his as she demurely crept in his wake, begging for retribution that no amount of fucking could ever give her.
Yet, she wasn't completely alone - she never would be again.
That thought, that single, terrifying thought is what continued to spin her in self-abusive circles of loathing and despair. It had only been a few days, and yet she felt as if she had worn through the soles of her lifetime and unable to stop, ripped into the fabric of someone else's, some other Ampere that was nothing like her. She would have rather died than be forced to exist as this second being, and the thought of fulfilling that wish crossed her mind on more than one occasion. Her knight had always returned to her though, burning away such dour ideas with so little as a stare.
He was not here now though, and the thought wriggled in the back of the crowded hall of her mind as she ambled down the beach. Her steps were haggard, lacking her usual sense of direction and purpose, and there was something just messy about it, about her in general, that bespoke her inner condition. Unconsciously she was drawn to the beach, and though that dark worm in her consciousness offered she fling herself to its depth and drown once and for all, her hooves seemed content to weave among the white foam that rushed and receded against the wet sand. The roar of the waves seemed to match, then finally deafen the chatter inside of her soul. If she was of the mind she would have realized nothing could keep her soul quiet now, but for the moment the creature, the slave was asleep within her wings and with that she finally found a silence akin to what was before. The weight was still there, a reminder, but like the sand she let the surf lull that into a rhythm of buoyed ease.
Gently Ampere hummed, the vibrations within her body another layer of silence across the turmoil as she walked. The sound drifted in lilting tones and various whistles as she moved, so lost at sea she didn't even notice the moon boy ahead of her; a light house pulling her to safety in the coming dark and the hidden rocks set to dash her to bits. Then again, no rocks, no lighthouse; perhaps it wasn't the guiding light it seemed.
[set just a couple days after she bonded, so not yet showing pregnancy.]
Eventually she was alone again.
The demands of a herd could only be swept beneath a stone for so long, especially for it's sultan. Gaucho had done as she had asked, he had stayed with her that night, and he had held up all her broken pieces with the contours of his muscles and he had welded them beneath the warmth of his fire until they loosely fit together again, enough at least to get them home. Ampere could not continue to confiscate his strength though, her shadow like a leech upon his as she demurely crept in his wake, begging for retribution that no amount of fucking could ever give her.
Yet, she wasn't completely alone - she never would be again.
That thought, that single, terrifying thought is what continued to spin her in self-abusive circles of loathing and despair. It had only been a few days, and yet she felt as if she had worn through the soles of her lifetime and unable to stop, ripped into the fabric of someone else's, some other Ampere that was nothing like her. She would have rather died than be forced to exist as this second being, and the thought of fulfilling that wish crossed her mind on more than one occasion. Her knight had always returned to her though, burning away such dour ideas with so little as a stare.
He was not here now though, and the thought wriggled in the back of the crowded hall of her mind as she ambled down the beach. Her steps were haggard, lacking her usual sense of direction and purpose, and there was something just messy about it, about her in general, that bespoke her inner condition. Unconsciously she was drawn to the beach, and though that dark worm in her consciousness offered she fling herself to its depth and drown once and for all, her hooves seemed content to weave among the white foam that rushed and receded against the wet sand. The roar of the waves seemed to match, then finally deafen the chatter inside of her soul. If she was of the mind she would have realized nothing could keep her soul quiet now, but for the moment the creature, the slave was asleep within her wings and with that she finally found a silence akin to what was before. The weight was still there, a reminder, but like the sand she let the surf lull that into a rhythm of buoyed ease.
Gently Ampere hummed, the vibrations within her body another layer of silence across the turmoil as she walked. The sound drifted in lilting tones and various whistles as she moved, so lost at sea she didn't even notice the moon boy ahead of her; a light house pulling her to safety in the coming dark and the hidden rocks set to dash her to bits. Then again, no rocks, no lighthouse; perhaps it wasn't the guiding light it seemed.
[set just a couple days after she bonded, so not yet showing pregnancy.]
Ampere
The Mother of Companions
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
