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12-11-2014, 05:42 AM
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the Rift
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[OPEN] holocene
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12-12-2014, 12:55 AM
You're all that still matters
No matter where you ever fled to, you were never you, alone to yourself and your thoughts where you could find peace and figure out all that has happened. There is no room to think and no place to hide. Regardless of where you would stray off to, someone was there, either with their voice, memories, scent, something of whoever they were. Even the Steppe was full, through all of it's vast emptiness that there ended.
She knew it ended, like all things. Your life ends, death will end someday, the air will end, as well as the world. The sea itself ended and began before her very eyes when the waves intertwined with the sand beaches and jagged cliffs that dotted every coastline of the land. Dead air lurks with a heavy weight, trudging about the atmosphere and bringing all the physical things to a halt. Sand engrades itself into her champagne coat while foam clots the border between the sky, the sea, and her body. Sleep knocks on her door by the time something comes along. A child whose size is one she once was recently comes by. Temptation taunts her into almost scolding them for being out on their own, but is halted by the fact that she's aware of the feeling and grip that strangles the heart and throat at being told you're not old to be out on your own. They all grow into mares and stallions some day, and it's better to be independent younger than older because then, separation is much harder than it would of been. "Are you okay?" Her position is held firmly, refusing to rise when the waves come in more and thrash her into her bedding more. A chocolate tail rides the waves and bathes itself in the scent of rotting seaweed and decaying ocean life brought ashore. Scent was useless here, giving into neurtrality. It was nothing more than a weanling. Children could say hateful words without knowing their pungence. There's not harm they could do to her compared to the rest. notes notes notes notes robb stark  you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
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You're all that still matters
As expected, the child has a quick, flickering tongue that has yet to discover the ability to lock away secrets and thoughts. It would come with time as it did with Sikeax. She doesn't mind the words that the filly frees, drinking them in with a caring and understanding fashion. Her features speak of an alert mindset completely out of habit. Children could be followed by herd members or parents with times like these.
The child, whose name comes out to be Arya, short, sweet, simple, and overall, beautiful, comes to apologize. Chuckling softly to herself, the champagne shakes her head with ease and offers no more movements. "I don't mind. You're free to speak to me as you please." She is nowhere near the motherly type, but leaving someone after they've split all of their beans before you was rude, and rude actions towards a foal, definitely one from the Aurora Basin, was a sin above all else. Pulling herself up from the sea, she heaves, struggling to place weight on her stocked legs and sighing once her hind legs are beneath her and pushing upwards to get her level. Her youth has been seeped away with Frostfall and had yet to be returned by the welcoming gesture of Birdsong. Shaking, water flies from her frame and the dirty ends of her hair. Shivers nip at her body when she stands for a moment, barely trusting the weakness of her legs to hold her through the slaughter they've faced through the recent harsh winter. She's a bit broken, and children never really seem to matter with that issue. Slowly, she walks towards the child, head held at a lazy position and horn glowing outwards to Arya, though she cares not for the danger as of this kid. A spot is made in her heart for her, only because she understands, or at least knows, the feeling that Sikeax knows too well: the feeling of what it feels like to have the whole world work towards ripping your family to pieces. That's how they all ended up dead. Well, they say the truth hurts, but someday, you've got to build an immunity to the pain that comes when the truth bullies you. "Your family will be fine as long as you don't work to keep them apart. If you try, they'll always be there. It's not ripped apart unless you let yourself believe that is." And that's why mine was ripped to shreds, or maybe it was all of our faults. We never loved each other. Before the child, standing hock deep in the waves and sinking into wet sand slowly, she tries to offer what comfort and support that she could manage. It was not a subject that she would be expected to give away usually, but an inner part of her cares, due to the fact that she's been there and doesn't want to see another there. She doesn't want to see another whose whole life is ahead of them and full of dreams and possibilities fall deep into the depths of depression, illness, self-loathe, and an overall sense of having yelled 'fuck you' to the world. "Where is your family?" It was a simple start in caring, but not enough for Sikeax to throw all the cards onto the table just to get somewhere. notes notes notes notes robb stark you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
12-18-2014, 02:34 AM
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12-25-2014, 04:19 AM
You're all that still matters
Salty air is breathed out to them, Sikeax basking within the scent of rotting seaweed and dead sea life washed ashore. It never smelt or even felt like death; it felt like a place where it couldn't be abnormal as death was.
The child is unusually quiet compared to before. Relaxing in the glory of a beach day, she hadn't taken the quiet into full effect. Overhead, gulls spoke with lively tones while the ocean attempted to hush them in repeated commandments. Worry grows within the pit of her stomach as it drags onward. She could of easily crossed a line and gone too far, but no, Arya rediscovers her voice and puts it to the original use. Anger clots and devours her now, listening with a confused tone. As a foal, she had been almost kidnapped, stolen from her mother's side when Adrixaura's teat was the lifesource. This filly was clearly big enough to be off the nutrients of her dam, but there was still love to their bond. Deep down, she envied her. Cut ties between her mother and her had left a dark spot in her chest towards loving other soul in fear of repetition, but seeing someone with a caring heart strong enough to provoke anger over a lost family was a beautiful feat. "Whatever reason it may of been, if it is her fault, why not ask her what happened? Knowing a single side is deadlier than knowing both." The next bursts her frail heart, shattering it to pieces and leading her back to number one on the list of screw ups in her life. Her family, her real family, was dead or had disappeared, abandoned her as she had done then..... She see's now: they were all the same. A tear wells in an eye and breaks free, colliding to the ocean. She was everything that she hated in them. "Gone. I abandoned my mother, my father abandoned me without a goodbye. Those that made up the rest that were a small outcast band more of a mismatched family all died and disappeared. I haven't seen them since I was younger than you. We let each other fall apart. Do you see why it is important to keep them near, but at the same time, don't cling on too tightly for when you lose them?" The advice altogether was difficult to purge from her mouth, leaving a bad taste in it's wake and laughing as she spills her beans. Well, they'd both done the deed, and there was no issue in trying to cover it up. notes notes notes notes robb stark you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
01-06-2015, 03:01 AM
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01-15-2015, 11:32 PM
You're all that still matters
Eyes aren't gentle as they touch her, burrowing within her skin and drinking her sorrow with an uncontrolled thrist. Bare before the eyes of Arya, she draws herself away from gaze and cloaks the pain.
The girl is stubborn and willful to keep what she has. Loss would be hard if it ever came to shove unless she came to let go of what needed to be let go of. It was better not to love someone than to have to face the suffering, the emotional pain and the downfall that destroys all it touches. How was she not dead after all that she had done to bring it forth? An apology swifting takes place, leading Sikeax to shake her crown with a sigh. "No, you didn't make me upset. I have a new family within the Dragon's Throat and they are more like true family than the one that birthed me." What comes next is a shotgun shell to the heart, leaving behind a bleeding hole within her chest that is worse than any death. Amara and her, as children, had slept together upon the beach after sharing stories. Long before Sameira was born, the short, few hours before the night swallowed the Sun and took it's time in vomiting it all back up. Fate wasn't going to repeat itself if she was lucky, though living within endless night for unknown amounts of moon cycles was comforting, growing beneath low light of horn and learning to be accustomed to the glow. A few stories never killed a soul if they didn't bring upon endless night. "That's fine with me. My best friend and I as foals smaller than you met here and shared stories before the Night took away the Sun." Was Arya old enough to know of the darkness and macabre lifestyle that the land decided was worth wild to have once the light had faded? Her body still appeared young, and Sikeax guessed not. Moving with a slight struggle of sea salt oiled joints, the sand hangs onto her keratin hooves and dissolves as she nears the child. "Would you like to know what it feels like to bathe in the sea while sharing stories, or does walking better suit you?" A simple question, but everyone had their preferences, and she'd still rather not step upon the toes of a child hailing from the Basin. notes notes notes notes robb stark you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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