Relics of the Past [ITEM DROP]

Relics of the Past [ITEM DROP]

Rexanna Posts: 499

World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark

05-03-2016, 01:11 AM

The gilded Thief wasn’t sure what brought her back to this area. The last time she was in the Flats, it wasn’t exactly a memory she wanted to remember. It was back when everything was happier for her, before Rein, before Calstron’s return, before – well, everything. Was it because she was hoping for some sort of sign to remind her that happiness did exist? It was a difficult task to achieve lately. At least the Thief had Remy. Marembo the marbled polecat, named for the dappled fur that lined his snake-like body. He was young still which meant that Rexanna had learned how to help the polecat eat so he could grow stronger – but it was still difficult to manage a new companion and a son that seemed to be angry at her all the time. Yet, something still managed to pull her in. She didn’t seem to be alone either. She noticed a few other creatures begin to funnel into the Flats, goading her more into the darkness that swarmed the land at this time of night. A soft sigh escaped through her nose as she glanced around, finding difficulty with trying to see in the faded light.

She wandered her way further in while Remy clutched onto her mane, wrapping himself around her for both comfort and to make sure he’d be there for whatever was about to happen. He could feel the pull too and seemed to subconsciously push the mare further in. She felt blinded by the darkness with each step, but she couldn’t back out now. She was too indulged in learning what this feeling was to leave now. She walked slowly, eyes blinking to see a few small shadows skipping around that caught her attention even more. She followed, unaware of what would occur next. Everything grew black and a sense of overwhelming pain tore through her.

It was dawn as the sun slowly approached over the treetops, spreading out like fingers in cracks of the shade the trees carried. Rexanna let out a gasp, a cold sweat beading down her gold and cream pelt – but there was blood that stained her hide. The pain was overwhelming as it ripped, pulled, and tugged at her. This level of pain was something she had never felt before. Minutes ago, the pain had been further apart, but now the pain was rippling within mere seconds. She knew she had to stay as quiet as she could to avoid being detected. She was too out in the open, probably surrounded by the beasts that sought to bring her head back to Calstron.

It wasn’t until Rexanna grit her teeth and forced herself to breathe that she looked down at what was occurring. She was giving birth, and she was terrified to her core. At first, all she could see were golden wings sprouting from the child and the blood that had enveloped both of them. Her instincts took over, but she could still feel the pain. She tried her best to keep her cries quiet until she had managed to get over the pain of everything. Then her new found motherly instincts took over, blue gaze sweeping over the child as he lay a lifeless heap on the grassy earth. Dew from the dawn mixed with the blood, smearing over the child’s golden hide. He looked so much like her and so much like his father, his wings striped and his face exotically detailed like her own. She began to notice (probably after too much time) that the child still hadn’t even moved.

She moved herself closer, worry creasing her brow and shock coursing through her veins as her cream muzzle pressed into the child in a poor attempt at lifting his beautiful golden striped wing – searching for any hope that the child was breathing. It was like the world had grown silent, the birds chirping in the early morning had stopped and begun watching. In the silence, Rexanna continued to prod at her child, lifting his head and doing her best to try to clean him and warm him – to no avail.

He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t even breathing.

Rexanna didn’t feel the tears that streamed down her cheeks at first, instead she was hell bent on trying to get the colt to breathe. It would end up being failed attempts, for the child wasn’t alive for the possibility of seeing life before death. It was a thought that the gilded mare couldn’t believe. She tried and tried, for what seemed like hours, without success. By this time, the sun was creeping closer to the center of the sky, the heat reaching down and warming the mare but still not enough to warm the cold that wormed its way into her heart.

She loomed over the child on shaky legs, her breathing still heavy as the tears continued to fall. At this point, she didn’t care if she were to be captured. She had hoped to escape with her son and start a new life. However, it seemed that destiny had decided to take everything away from her – her family, her home, her future. She couldn’t bear it anymore. She was sure whatever Calstron had waiting for her would be better than the experience of birthing this tragedy.

Still, she couldn’t just leave him there. She forced herself to dig for what seemed like days to give a proper burial to her firstborn. Grief struck the new mother with such a vengeance that part of her prayed to the gods that her pursuers would find her so she would have an excuse to stop staring at his lifeless body – a body that could have held so much promise for the both of them.

When the grave had been dug, Rexanna shed off a couple of her golden chains. She took time to delicately kiss the cold body of the colt – interlacing her chains within his wing next to his chest and proceeded to finish the burial. When all was said and done, she cast one tear ridden glance back at the grave, knowing deep down that she would never be anywhere close to whole again.

Remy tugged at her mane, unable to take the grief that struck the Thief. He squeaked to her in a broken sad song, trying his best to tear her out of it. When he finally had, she felt the cold sensation of tears down her face from both the memory and the realization that she didn’t even name her son.

"Talk."

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna

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YAY 300th post! :D (and a bit ridiculously long but I couldn't stop ;-;)
Also, this is seriously awesome.

Item: SURPRISE :D Rex likes things that she can wear all the time, especially those that are shiny. Other than that, it's totally open!