the Rift


[OPEN] No Antidote

Caneo Posts: 133
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3h :: 6 years HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Ophiria :: Dragon Snake :: None kae
#1
It's the simplest of love songs,

        Home, when has it ever been so?

        Caneo is a ghost, more now than ever before. If he haunts the Dragon's Throat it's only because he has nowhere else to go, home in name alone better than all other options. He cannot fathom why he never felt this way before, this pull for something to root against, hold on to. Maybe he's just tired; certainly the past several days have tried even his desert-bred endurance, wrenching the strings of his insides further and further apart as if to test the elasticity of a soul made far too thinly to begin with.

        The moon watches from above as he crosses the bridge without fanfare. Caneo's cloven hooves, usually so light, skim just high enough to propel him forward with every step. At night, this desert looks like any other: bleak and unforgiving. It isn't to the sand he goes, but to the vast blackness farther in, where the moon peers out of dark water, laughing.

        He hates her.

        He remembers loving her, but he remembers too his young self did not understand love. Slowly then he draws up to the shore, his head low, his gaze wary and his ears twitching despite the stillness of the night. Perhaps he needs a healer; perhaps he needs to be gone from here. Unsure, aching in a way he's never ached before, he merely lowers his head to the water's edge and murmurs, “Go down.” The tiny shape woven into his mane stirs sluggishly, diminished either by pain or by fear or by the crippling anxiety in her companion's chest. He wants to rend them both apart; he settles her near the water, instead, and cocks one pale eye at the strings of muscle holding her tail to the rest of her body. Stupid.

        “You should clean it,” says Caneo, who knows nothing at all but feels anxiety crawl up his throat like rot. He hates this, too — this worry eating at his heart. “It won't fall off if you care for it right.” I hope.

but it's all our hearts can take.
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No Antidote - by Caneo - 07-24-2016, 02:26 PM
RE: No Antidote - by Sikeax - 08-04-2016, 11:36 PM
RE: No Antidote - by Caneo - 08-07-2016, 07:54 PM

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