Something Out of the Blue

[PRIVATE] Something Out of the Blue

Circe Posts: 101

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Buff: NOVICE

M.E.

08-31-2014, 12:05 AM

Circe

It was suffocating, watching the blue flames of the gods. For in the deepest recesses of the shadowmere’s heart, something had broken-- was breaking, falling to pieces in some void. She didn’t know how to stop it, or indeed, what was happening to her. Her head swam constantly; her knees threatened to tremble at the slightest provocation; she seemed always on the precipice of tears, her eyes ever bright with unshed tears.

She watched the flames with a constricting sense of loss and shame, for she imagined that she would have liked to have taken her sons here, to see the glory of the gods she never honored. Now, however, she had no clue as to their whereabouts; it was a searing knife in her throat and heartstrings, to know that she had abandoned her children amidst the cloud of poisoned apples and a dark, drunken night with a drunken stranger. Even though she had escaped from that encounter unscathed, something unwholesome still lingered about the shadowmere, something unclean in her limbs and her innermost person, sapping her strength, quenching the warrior’s fire in her breast. No longer did the former Executioner exist within that thin-skinned mare; no, she was only a mother and a lover now, and a failure in both respects.

Archibald, she thought heavily, and she sighed deeply, her breath shuddering as it slipped passed her lips. How could you ever see me like this…? Maybe once she was a fierce thing, a roguish hellcat with sharp fangs and even sharper claws to match. Maybe once before, yet no longer. Not this husk of a thing; a quivering little ghost of her former self, weakened and afraid and so very much abashed with her own snow-flecked reflection.

She tried to huff heavily, as she often did, as though some dark cloud lingered in her breast that could be expelled with an especially fierce snort. Yet though she tried and tried before, all it did was make her throat sore and her face even heavier than before, for this was a spiritual affliction, not a sickness of the flesh. She stalked the bridge of the gods, her tail weaving slowly behind her, a drained serpent of melancholy, as she continued to gaze into the blue flames of holy blood and wonder about her lost children, the stallion whose shadow she craved, whose eyes she feared to fall upon her…

@[Archibald]

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Something Out of the Blue - by Circe - 08-31-2014, 12:05 AM

RE: Something Out of the Blue - by Archibald - 09-03-2014, 05:48 PM

RE: Something Out of the Blue - by Circe - 09-07-2014, 11:21 PM

RE: Something Out of the Blue - by Archibald - 09-18-2014, 06:33 PM

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