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08-03-2016, 01:47 AM
Juggernauts screaming to a stop
Sound like devils are laughing
The air is warm this high up. You’re closer to the sun, reaching for the clouds with your small wings thumping as hard as they can to make the ascent. This is what he would have wanted you to do, isn’t it? This is what normal people do, something he had told you aren’t. It doesn’t bother you one bit because that isn’t what you were specifically told to be. You were told to be both Vauphine and Skeyti,
Birds flutter by without a passing glance to you. A part of your chest aches at the sight of them and memories flow back in like incoming tidal waves, a reminder of your time with one that didn’t last long. Was it your fault? Was it your fault that it couldn’t live, broken winged and unable to fly, you without mothering instincts and an idea of how these things work?
Air fills your lungs with a hesitant gasp. Coming back down, retreating for a high and sinking back to earth, wings drawn into your dark sides and collecting.
Freefalling.
Survival instincts pull them back wide open when you near the tops of trees, faint whispers that aren’t really there but thoughts forced by something that isn’t yourself or Vauphine, or are you both? Is Vauphine you?
Exhaling is long, shallow, bittersweet as white sweeps upwards to bring your dark satin blues into the vibrant cast of the sun overhead, legs and wings switching places as you roll in the air. What a stupid move to flirt so willingly with death. You did it so many times above the sea near your island that it doesn’t stress you. This is like second nature.
You can’t seem to bring yourself down when you are low, looking down at nothing in particular, maybe just wanting to see the world pass beneath your feet, untouched and living a graceful existence without your presence to haunt its home. Would it want you? You are so violent, frowned upon, a mistake upon the world, surely they will not welcome you.
But loneliness refuses to deny you redemption, coaxing your heart into your throat and your brain into your chest, finding that one thing that you didn’t know you were looking for as your wings slip into their landing posture, thin, long legs searching out the hardiness of ground to push into your joints as you descent. Hunger hints at you to eat while here. Thirst follows suit.
You can taint this place, just for today, for short hours that go by without counting that will lead you and everything else into a sinking Sun and rising moon, accelerating darkness symbolizing that soon enough you will no longer be welcome, and then, you will walk without word and without turning eyes till you are free of the trees and back into wherever they’ve taken you to. No hurried pace will urge your legs to raise into high steps. Basic needs may allow you to debate stopping, nonetheless met with short-lived remedies.
This place is overwhelming as you breathe. There are so many people here, or possibly so many have been here in the past but are no longer residing. Either way, it makes you shift with discomfort, exchanging weight from each hind leg and waving your tail more than could be played off by the motion of the wind.
Need grounds you. You have to face it for the sake of survival, so little spirit, be strong.
OOC: casually half-asses a sikeax table into a makeshift one for her
i have no real set plans for her, but would like her to go to a herd please!
somehow light up when I'm with you
