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althea
"VIENNE LA NUIT SONNE L'HEURE LES JOURS S'EN VONT JE DEMEURE"
ooc : lazy table and emotionally compromised child || open; prolly going to end up throwing her in edge, though
Her first recollection upon awakening tasted like copper.
"VIENNE LA NUIT SONNE L'HEURE LES JOURS S'EN VONT JE DEMEURE"
ooc : lazy table and emotionally compromised child || open; prolly going to end up throwing her in edge, though
Her first recollection upon awakening tasted like copper.
The sunlight was painfully bright to her aching eye, and she had to turn away from it, bury her head between her legs; her eye was rolling, monocular gaze bleary and quivering. She closed both of them again, leaving her little to focus on but the throbbing pain that seemed to come from all over and a darkness colored red and green with the afterimage of the sun. Althea tried to think about other things, but she found that they hurt far more. A small, swallowed sigh struggled to escape her lips, and she slipped back into oblivion.
When she awoke for the second time, she felt raw - the soreness had been replaced with a dull, prickling sensation, as though ants were crawling just beneath her skin. In the disoriented moments that followed, she thought that it would be nice to peel it off, like a snake. When she finally opened her eyes, she found the forest shrouded in darkness; moonlight crept in, cool and soft and dappled silver, through the patches in the leaves. Althea stared blankly at the figures of the trees in front of her for a long few moments as she struggled to process where she was or how she had gotten there. She should have felt something, she knew. She should have felt something, but apathy was eating a hole in her chest where the pain should have been. In a way, she was grateful for it. Apathy was easier. Apathy (Or ignorance. She struggled to remember.) had always been easier.
Her coat was covered in scrapes, burns, and bruises – none appeared too serious, but they jabbed and ached with every move she made. She recognized some from her desperate flight from the palace, propelled on unsteady legs, rendered senseless from months kept locked up. Others she’d never seen before. She wondered if she’d fallen when she was unconscious, thrown from one realm to another by some unhappy coincidence. She wondered why she was here at all. She wondered if it mattered, because she was here, wherever here happened to be, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
The forest, at least, seemed tranquil. Staring out at the mass of trees and thick shrubs, hazy and misshapen in the scant light, she felt a sudden, squeezing sensation in her chest as she realized that the forest was not at all like she remembered forests. She hadn’t been outside since she’d lost half of her sight, she remembered, with a sudden pang. Althea had been furious when it had happened, then miserable, but even the misery had eventually faded in the singularity of the days that followed. Now it was back again, fresh and nearly overwhelming – it should have been the dead bodies that upset her, she thought. Not this. The dead bodies didn’t feel real, though. She could have reached out and touched them when she fled. Some of the faces, turned up with ghost eyes – she knew them. Her hooves splashed in their blood. Once, she slipped and fell. It should have been the bodies, but, now that they were gone, they didn’t feel real, and she didn’t feel anything.
She felt her lips contort in something reminiscent of a snarl, then, trembling, droop down to nothing again.
“There is a reason for everything, Althea,” He had said. Well, she didn’t want his words – the memory of them made her shake with some quiet fury. There was no reason for what he’d done, really. There was no reason to be so selfish. No reason to save her, no reason to destroy his own kingdom, no reason to take her eye, no reason to throw it all away for her sake. Did he think that he was saving her? Did he think that it was love? She had nothing. She was nothing, not now. Everything was gone.
Althea sucked in a deep breath, forcing herself to reign in her scattered nerves. She tensed her legs beneath her and struggled to her feet, swaying and stumbling as she grasped for balance. For now, she needed to figure out where he had thrown her, and that meant finding a way out of the forest. The girl let out a rattling sigh, and, with what determination she could muster, started out in the dark on unsteady limbs, motions mechanical and riddled with exhaust.
Feel free to use magic on/hurt Althea, just don't kill her.
