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07-20-2016, 11:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2016, 11:29 PM by Sikeax.
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i never said i'd stay to the end
Hooves click against the cold, hard ground, their soft whispers filtering in the humid air. They mix with a thousand others: the gentle song of a waterfall pouring water into the pond that she now rests in, the sound of water moving with her when she finds herself becoming uncomfortable, the sound of bones crunching dully as Hobgoblin devours a mouse he has found. It seems to fit well into this musical of life.
Her heart cannot comfortably harbor the presence of someone else today. If someone was to come to her dying, crying out her name, she would not be able to heal them. Today, she is not fully the modern Sikeax, more of a shell of her past self that feels that from time to time that it is okay to make a comeback.
Maybe it’s better that she’s not in the Dragon’s Throat.
Yet while she may choose to be dull and lifeless, Hobgoblin strives to be different, always her opposite. He is vibrant, and as the blood in his mouth fades away, the new being in the room catches his attention wholly.
Don’t do anything.
His head is already breaching the hanging vines, glowing flowers wrapping around his antlers as he stares with curious eyes. Soft words flutter from the boy’s lips, and at that, he knows who this is.
“Skullface son. Zhu brother.”
Water sloshes as her head rises, mane now wet and dripping from its soak. Her attention has peaked as her eyes sweep the room, settling on a boy that is slowly escaping his time as a boy. He isn’t as small as she remembers him to be. Muscles fill him in in places that she now sees needed them, and finally, past the obvious skull marking across his features, can she make out the connection that she had previously questioned.
This is indeed Zhu’s brother, whether she wants to accept it or not. Volterra seemed stupid enough to father as much children as he could manage, but the more that she found, the more she questioned his parenting abilities. Zhu was gone, Tyrath seemed to fade as he made his way towards adulthood, this is the last Volterra child that she feels she will have any sort of connection with.
She will not be the one to clean up his messes only because she has birthed one of his children, raised two, and rescued three.
Hobgoblin forces out a noise that she can only define as a greeting of sorts. His vocal cords are distorted in this form, and the outcome of it is near constant silence that is breathtakingly unsettling, and while she could live without the unwelcome wail of almost demonic sorts, its a harsh reminder that her brother is still himself, regardless of who he chooses to morph himself into.
She is staring now, clinging her blues to his pinks. Her body doesn’t dare to leave the pool though. “Hobgoblin says hello.” The voice that slips from between her lips is a soft whisper, cascading against the fading hum of the seemingly distancing waterfall.
“Name Kid.”
The boy?
“Yes.”
Every part of her hangs to him now. He’s caught her attention, brought her back to reality, drawn her away from her emotions. She can feel herself turn the same stone over and over again, looking for the exact way to form her next words.
“He’s telling me you’re Zhu’s brother.” Possibly her words are too quickly set on getting to a new subject. She hasn’t been polite. Hobgoblin is strolling her direction, dragging vines and glowing flowers with him as he goes. The sight of it should be enough to make her smile, but it doesn’t.
He sheds their petals and bodies atop her, watching as she recoils as they fall, hanging over her head. She frees herself of them as he folds his legs beside her, tucking himself into the moss and stone. His eyes don’t search out the boy anymore.
One look is given to her brother before she turns to the boy, named Kid, - such an odd name to give your child. It dons on her that possibly it would be polite to embrace him again, as she had once done. Volterra has caused them a connection that they don’t particularly require, but she feels bound to her duties. “Would you like to join us?”
Maybe talking will be easier then, without the distance between them.
when both us knew how the end always is
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
