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12-12-2014, 10:14 PM
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Ophelia the Forsaken
Ophelia raised a brow, looking around at the bodies. "They are starting to smell." she said plainly, wondering how this creature of violence and blood developed such a strong connection with the dead. She supposed that it was all based in ritual, and from what she saw of his homeland through his memories, she wouldn't be surprised. The backwards lot of morons had given the stallion some sort of potion and he had forgotten who he was. Who did that? Just for the sake of ceremony? Tradition? Nonsense. "We die as we are born: with nothing and as no one," she stated factually, looking down at the bodies. "If they did not die with their family, if they have no family, and if they did not leave their trinket to their children, then it is silly to have them go to waste. Lighting could strike you down tomorrow. Have you made arrangements for your belongings?" she asked pointedly. Ophelia would assume no. She had no belongings to give, and thus had to qualms about her death. "Life is fleeting. We leave behind bones and items of value that mean nothing once we are dead." The cling to life was foolish. The world's timeline was long, and they were spots on a horizon. To think that they could change the world was stupid. You lived and you lived well, and that was the beauty of their condition. Legacy was left with children, bloodlines, whether deserved or not. Even then, your legacy could be a curse, a blight upon your children, just as the crimson in her hair was a taint, evidence of the warlords who sired her line. She could not choose her past, just as she could not choose her fate. She took a moment to gather her emotions, feeling foolish for their strength to bear so obviously. Ophelia ground her teeth together, taking a deep, shaking breath. Gaucho spoke then, a question in a statement. She nodded once, slowly. "I was invited to live there," she replied, thinking of Torleik. Ophelia was rarely a good conversationalist. |
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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