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06-03-2014, 05:01 AM
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the Rift
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[PRIVATE] losing my faith [Mauja]
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06-04-2014, 04:44 AM
 
i am the vanguard of your destruction
The nights were shorter, and warmer, but when the black sky yawned like a gaping void, it swallowed all the day's heat regardless. It spiraled out into space, and what it did there, Mauja had no clue, but it left the early summer night pleasantly cool—almost bordering on cold, lightly dressed as he was in his summer fur. The moon lit the dark world, ran its silver hands along the edges of every blade of grass, until, rather suddenly, a shadow passed it. It was like the world had blinked, momentarily letting darkness fall across him, and his head snapped back, up, pointing into the sky as his eyes searched the heavens. Something dark was moving up there, reminiscent of Mesec, but it didn't have his bright belly. Well, the moon's child was hardly the only black Pegasus out there. With a sigh he let his eyes fall down again. Whatever energy he'd had had run out, dried up, and left him dispirited, broken. The world had taken on a gray cast, everything was steeped in pointlessness. Sometimes, the idea of yelling I killed Torasin and walking off the Edge seemed incredibly appealing—because it would evoke reactions in the onlookers, and rob them of the opportunity to sentence him to some ghastly sentence of hippie-cuddling. Racism didn't flare in his blood anymore, but when in the pits of depression, the one thing that came easiest to him was black, foul anger. Hate. Something to fill out the empty space underneath his skin, to stretch it taut across bone and muscle, and give meaning to this machine of destruction. But even that was a fleeting thing, flickering out as quickly as it ignited, leaving him raw and more desolate than he had been. He cut a lonely figure in the night, trekking across the center of Helovia, and lonely in more ways than one. Were where his friends? d'Artagnan? He hadn't seen any of them in so long, it was no wonder Illynx quipped his ears off about it. The black Pegasus had landed some ways away, wings folding tight against her sleek sides. Briefly, the idea of tormenting her was appealing—of going over there and staring darkly at her until she snapped, but in the next heartbeat the impulse was gone. What was the point of it, anyway? He sighed. Went on. Didn't even know why he kept walking, after all this time.
06-05-2014, 08:06 AM
06-05-2014, 08:50 AM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
[ You don't have to tag me xD ] Movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he swung his head back around. It was the mare. Instead of doing what every good little horse should do, go to sleep and stay away, she'd gotten up and was coming over to intercept him. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, and it was tempting to pick up his feet and rush away from her.. drift away, like water over rocks, disappear into the distance like the thistle rivers... But instead of doing that he stopped in his tracks, without recalling deciding to stop. It just seemed pointless to run away from interaction when it was going to come to him no matter what he did. If he ran, someone would try to stop him and ask him why he was running, and that could, potentially, be a lot more annoying to deal with. Horses were drawn to him, and he didn't have the slightest clue as to why. At least she didn't seem angry. In fact, at just a glance she seemed perfectly normal, on the happier side of the spectrum (sorely needed to balance out his dead-drop into darkness), and as she started speaking, maybe a bit shy. His black-rimmed ears flipped forward, but he couldn't understand what she was saying—his mind processed the memory a few times over, but all it came out as was.. nothing. It didn't even sound like anything he knew, so either he was dumb or she was mumbling so much... She certainly seemed nervous enough, a slightly sickly cast to her smile. She went on, "Where your idioktítis?" and all Mauja heard was were you idioktsomething, which translated into idiot. Was she asking him if he was being stupid? Something in his gaze blackened, the blue grew sharper. If she didn't get her act together soon... She kept talking in a garbled mess of whatever language she spoke and English, and between trying to figure out what was just accented and what was actually other words, he had a hard time keeping up. He gathered name, Antiope (assuming that was it, possibly even Antiope Poios), and "you", presumably asking him what his name was, because she repeated the word. He felt torn between pity, annoyance, and detachment. She had, maybe, called him an idiot. Had the gall to ask for his name after it. But, even though he did not want to see it, she seemed frustrated, spat out another string of whatever language she spoke, and whatever it was, it was "not meet re kiss glow sauce". Whatever the hell that was. Moron would probably like glow sauce. "You're being terribly hard to understand, Antiope," he responded coldly, neck pulling his head higher, and all the dark frigidity of his gaze hailed down on her. Seemed like Fate had dealt its card and Mauja had pulled the one saying contempt. [ Moron = Oxy. <3 ]
06-05-2014, 09:47 AM
06-07-2014, 10:08 AM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
[ wrapping this up due to Ina's suspension. ] Power. It was what this tasted like, the crackle of cold and blue through his veins—seeing her face wither beneath the onslaught of his gaze. He'd forgotten what it felt like, the ice lining his skin like a shield, to watch them diminish as they felt the chill of his contempt and disregard. Why did they long for his approval so, that they were drawn to him like moths to flame—didn't they know they'd get burned? That he didn't care about their pathetic existence? They opened himself to his disdain, and swallowed it with the nectar of their own hope, too naive to realize it was poison. "Not good english, not my language." Pathetic, how proud she was at having strung a few words together into a coherent sentence. It made his native tongue bubble up in his mind, sifting between words, wanting to shake her off by pronouncing her an idiot in his frosty language, but for the moment, staring at her in icy-edged silence sufficed. Perhaps, sooner or later she would realize the meaning of his heavy gaze was leave me the fuck alone. How blind was she if she didn't see that he wasn't the least interested in where she came from, what she spoke, or whatever troubled her poor sodden heart? He didn't care whether she was the daughter of queens or the spawn of a demon and a snake. Foreign royalty held no meaning here. Past sins were eradicated and forgotten; brilliance and glory tarnished. Helovia wiped you clean. She asked again for his name, rather valiantly trying to defy the blizzard of his presence and the smoky white air leaking out with every breath; it was tempting to send her running with a few spikes to keep her going. The corner of his mouth gave a humorless twitch. Then, without a word, but with a lingering, piercing stare, Mauja turned on his heel and left, striding away into the darkness. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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