Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. [death]

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[OPEN] Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. [death]

Verro Posts: 25

Absent Abyss

Filly :: Pegasus :: 17 :: Three Seasons

Nova

#18

08-31-2016, 08:46 PM

Verro

Once Upon a Time
I had a love affair with fire

More came, but the Sand Princess did not budge from her place at her father's side. Lilac orbs fixated on his chilling hide as the warmth gradually left him, the fires on her wings dimmed with her emotions, the white flames dulled to almost embers upon her pale feathers. She didn't wish others would go away, and leave her and her siblings (who she assumed were the ones painted in various shades of dun and magic) to mourn in silence, have a quiet time to reflect on the short and long spans which they had known him for. There is a touch of bitterness, that they had gotten to know him in whatever capacity, and that she and Tasokh would never ever get the chances they had, the time which they had been granted.

The attention of a grullo colt with Horns reminiscent of the creatures in the stories her mother told her, far off shores where hulking brutes with misshapen bodies lurked in the shadows. Her heart went out to him, as he descended into a fretful attempt to try and wake up their father. The flame wreathed filly is interrupted by Vinati, the gentle touch on her shoulder soothed her somewhat, and her head curled to gently bump her nose against her sibling's neck. "He gone though," she mumbled quietly as she tried to rein in her tears, "I'll have to wait forever to see pa again."

Assured that Vinati would be fine without her at her side, after all, she had her mother with her, Verro stepped forward to the larger colt and her wing reached out to try and touch her shoulder. "Ave gone." It wasn't much comfort, but he couldn't wake Gaucho up, not the sun nor the stars could bring him home from the herdlands in the sky. Her wing is replaced by her muzzle, a soft bump she had given to Vinati now reaching for her brother's neck. "Ave is not going to wake up, need to be strong now."

One of the larger dun fillies rushed forward, and it drew both the attention of herself and Vinati it seemed. She pulled and poked the trinkets from his body and she felt a lump of her own grow in her throat, a small shard of anger flared in her bones and the flames on her body burned brighter for it. The girl said nothing though, her voice barely worked as it was.

She barely notices or spares a thought for the flaming God which appears, she's too young and too caught up in trying to help her fellow sibling out. Too numb to realize that they were going to burn her father's body once the other's had taken what they wanted. When she's older, she would realize it was a fitting end to a stallion who had given his life to the flames, whose heart itself was a great roaring blaze which burned for his loved ones and family. For now, it's the furthest thing from her mind, and an horrifying idea in the forgotten parts of her mind.