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02-23-2016, 10:44 PM
Seren
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Seren had never been this far north in Helovia. She had spent much time in the southern regions, learning the area around the Blood Falls primarily. There was something there, something that made her feel although she were comfortable; only because it was familiar. While she had learned vaguely how to master her fear, how to reign it in and not let it control every move she made, Seren was unable to learn how to fight for herself; how to fight for what was hers. She had lost the armor that had given her some courage, and with losing that to the mare who had taken it from her, Seren had fallen from sight and mind. She had no confidence, but it was not broken beyond repair.
Merely shattered.
Yet all that runs through her mind as she stands in the north region, on the edge, she bathes in the light. It brings comfort to her.
There was no sign of the demon here.
There was a moment when she forgot who Remi had been; when she forgot everything but her own skin and flesh, standing here.
Her own coat shimmered in the light, seeming to change colours with the sky, as her own light shone brightly beneath the dancing northern lights.
And for a moment, when her eyes close, she can see into the past.
I see you, she says to them, fleeting memories of a time long past. Her mother, standing there with wings spread, her sire watching, and she, little and so like her mother, playing a sort of game with her sibling. High over them, the lights shone bright, twisting and weaving over their hills.
And I am not you, she says to them, her eyes opening. That memory fades, and where once Seren felt a sadness so unbearable she thought she would fall into a great void opening beneath her, it was gone. Beneath these lights, Seren knows she can never have it back. The past is the past.
She turns a little, standing on the precipice of the world, looking out behind her. The air is so cold but refreshing, as she inhales and watches. There was many scents through the area she had passed, but here there were not as many. So Seren looks back to the lights, there is a hint of a smile; a sad one, but a smile none the less.
And she watches the light through her one eye, the other white and staring at only darkness, and unable to see what there may be approaching her...
Merely shattered.
Yet all that runs through her mind as she stands in the north region, on the edge, she bathes in the light. It brings comfort to her.
There was no sign of the demon here.
There was a moment when she forgot who Remi had been; when she forgot everything but her own skin and flesh, standing here.
Her own coat shimmered in the light, seeming to change colours with the sky, as her own light shone brightly beneath the dancing northern lights.
And for a moment, when her eyes close, she can see into the past.
I see you, she says to them, fleeting memories of a time long past. Her mother, standing there with wings spread, her sire watching, and she, little and so like her mother, playing a sort of game with her sibling. High over them, the lights shone bright, twisting and weaving over their hills.
And I am not you, she says to them, her eyes opening. That memory fades, and where once Seren felt a sadness so unbearable she thought she would fall into a great void opening beneath her, it was gone. Beneath these lights, Seren knows she can never have it back. The past is the past.
She turns a little, standing on the precipice of the world, looking out behind her. The air is so cold but refreshing, as she inhales and watches. There was many scents through the area she had passed, but here there were not as many. So Seren looks back to the lights, there is a hint of a smile; a sad one, but a smile none the less.
And she watches the light through her one eye, the other white and staring at only darkness, and unable to see what there may be approaching her...
