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[PRIVATE] Got a feeling that I'm going under

Naerys Posts: 86
World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie
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Naerys

The Flats.

Somehow she found herself once more standing upon the bright, mirrored shore. She didn't know how, or why, but suddenly she was alone and as far south as she could get without trespassing on Dragon's Throat territory or the island that she'd rather never visit again. Alone, except for Petyr. But in the quiet, her mind wanders back to the last time she stood upon these shores. The memories coming in flashes, each one building on the next. It all started with her arrival in the air, an innocent child stumbling upon what would soon be a horrific blood bath. Then suddenly there's the mass of Helovians, surging forward towards an unseen enemy - among them, however, is the spotted form of the (then) Queen Mauja. He inspires her, fills her with the courage to act. But why? And then, just like that, he's gone - the image fading from her memory and leaving her physically feeling his loss. No. she thinks, at first a whisper - almost hesitant. No. firmer now, more adamant and almost angry. Bring him back! she screams in her mind, at her own thoughts but they don't obey. Of course they don't obey. And then Mauja - quiet, wonderful, powerful Mauja - is replaced by her diving into the fray, only vaguely noticing the voice screaming her name. It's more clear now, in the replay, and it only manages to summon the heat of rage within her breast. It was father - the asshole that left her in the dust for what? His own selfish reasons? He didn't have the right to care for her now. Didn't have the right to tell her what she could and couldn't do. "Fuck you." she practically snarls beneath her breath, faint but defiant. The pain of him walking away (and staying away) fuels her hatred.

The rest of the memories come more quickly, blinking from one to next with less darkness and quiet in between for her to react. It was both a blessing and a curse - a blessing because reliving it slowly would have been torturous and a curse because it was all moving so fast, bombarding her senses and leaving her a quivering, half-sobbing mess by the time it was all over. All that lingered was the pain and stiffness in her knees from the creature's blood and the stinging pain on her side where its' tail collided with her and knocked her down. The pain in her head, after the battle ceased and everyone dissipated, was what she remembered the most vividly. Tears swell, hot, in her vivid teal eyes and she has to lock her knees to keep herself from collapsing onto the glossy, mirrored surface of the Halcyon Flats. Petyr presses himself into the pale locks just behind her ears, his fiery hued beak preening the dark tresses of her forelock in an attempt to comfort her, to calm her. But just as her trembling stops and her breathing begins to even out, the vivid green bird suddenly takes off - his destination and 'brilliant idea' intentionally blocked from her viewing pleasure. If she knew where he was going and whom he was going to get, she might have stopped him - not because she wanted to but to honor her mother's wishes (besides, in just half a year she didn't have to heed her mother's rules anymore).

She is startled by his sudden departure, her eyes widening in surprise as she locked onto his retreating form. "HEY!" she yells, "PETYR! GET BACK HERE!" she attempts to scold but her tone sounds more frantic to her own ears than angry and before she knows it his bright green form fades from her sight. Dejected, the filly lowers her gaze to the ground beneath her - the mirrored surface reflecting her own pouty expression and the vibrant purple of her passionflowers around her hooves. "I still needed you..." the girl finally adds, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. And she had. No, she still needs him. He's been by her side for nearly a year now - a constant when everything else in her world wanted to come crashing down upon her. And he left her.
in your heart shall burn
an unquenchable flame
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@Rift
Uhm, I have no idea where this came from. Or why she's apparently having a mini breakdown. But you have permission to powerplay Petyr finding Rift and leading him to Nae. <3

IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME

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Got a feeling that I'm going under - by Naerys - 02-19-2016, 02:12 AM
RE: Got a feeling that I'm going under - by Rift - 02-22-2016, 02:06 PM

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