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Falling fast, black, black, black. It laces through her blood like venom, wild and vicious in it's fury. It clouds her eyes, stings her nose, chokes her lungs. Black, black, black. Suddenly it's pain that washes over her, the darkness thinning to something else. She strains to see, but she is blind, eyes fogged and face wet with tears. She tries her legs, desperately needing to see, desperately needing to hide. The smell of something burning drowning her, enveloping her with it's might. She cries out, voice pained as she sways to her hooves, the pain of moving too much, too fast. They are gone, gone. It isn't darkness that clouds her now, it's green, blue, black, it's flames, hot, burning, destroying her family before her eyes. She can feel her weight wobble underneath the little security of her soot covered legs and hooves, the mental pain so much worse then the burns that plagued her now. French spills from her tongue, laced with the chimes and soft words of her true accent. "ne me abandonné pas, do not leave me." She wined out, so terribly broken, the god's had cursed her and in doing that, cursed all those who lain burnt and still in the remnants of Isisi, her kingdom fall. She wants to weep, to mourn those whom had left the vessel, to search the stars for their constellations, to read their stories, to melt into this galaxy and disappear in the clutches of it's tales, but she is hopelessly stuck in the walls of reality. She knew that they wouldn't want this and now they watched her, she was the only thing they had left to tie them to the grounds of this realm. They lived through her, there was no other choice but continuation. Blinking hard she tries to focus on her surroundings, the wailing of her heart whining in her drums as she stumbles forward, nearly falling to her knees again. She doesn't quit, there was no room for giving up, Katerina was no damsel in distress, she was the wise, the enduring, death couldn't hold her down-- Green, blue, black. She was lying to herself, tears spilling down her face. She saw crimson, the glow of the falls dancing within the daze of her silver orbs. She couldn't help to think it was blood, pouring, pouring, pouring. She coughs, tears slipping freely down her face as she crawls to the falls, each step as agonizing as the other. You can do this. You can, you will. Making it to the bay, she allows her knees to collapse from underneath her, quickly falling, falling, falling to the soft sands. The rubies below are all that sparkled as her body shifted and her ash covered locks and sooty head were caressed by the pillow of shifting sands and crimson tides. "Speech." |
@tembovu sorry it's rough, gotta get back into my Kat
