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[OPEN] No Forgivance

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
Deceased
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#6

You were right, Confutatis... what you told me,

I...

I should have listened!


The World Eater had been more than right. It was as though she had foreseen the one-winged mare’s future, witnessed her past. Africa trembled as the dusty Goddess (all-knowing and imperishable), laid tattered and torn, wet and wretched - but alive in her metaphorical lap. If only she had heeded the warning; perhaps this disease, this inability to cope with life’s perpetual sea of turbulence might never have become her reality – but this was not the time to mourn lost opportunity, and as the putrid stench began to fade around them all, she found courage enough to step out from the security of the mighty Czar’s nearness again.

‘What is broken, can sometimes fly again,’ she remembered fondly, with conviction...

But those wise words once imparted by the Gallant had been warm, doting, even fatherly (golden evidence rattled together, woven back amid her mane); the tone of his voice this time was stern, tentative, everything she had not at all expected. Even before her flaming nape had unfurled in full or twitching, troubled lips had found their fallen quarry, she turned to find a stranger’s hardened gaze, depthless, chilling. "In...

She was in The Sanctuary...."


Pale, eyes dulled behind growing confusion and the Starry-Eyed dithered between her resolve to aid the wounded, crippled Goddess, and her deep-rooted confidence in the stallion who had taken her beneath his benevolent wing, time and time again. The Basin, Confutatis had mentioned just before (Africa knew of Illynx and her ‘machines’ as a result of loose lips in the Threshold), and the dappled mare felt the sting of rising memories, pain and suffering, remorseless torture. The bright pink scarring across her left shoulder seemed to burn again with renewed potency as though it were only yesterday that the glorious wing had been severed from its socket. Still, she was torn in two. Legs stiffened beneath her swaying, sleek barrel and anxiously she glanced between the pair.

It was not her magic to wield.

"Midas...." she whispered, eyes glazing as she tethered bravely her grief. "Why do you ask?" Why did her stomach turn with foreboding? Why was the World Eater’s failing health not his primary concern? The tiny green sprouts began to shrink back towards their clay bed beneath.


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@[Confutatis]


Messages In This Thread
No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-14-2014, 09:48 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-14-2014, 11:22 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 12-15-2014, 06:04 AM
RE: No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-18-2014, 08:40 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Confutatis - 12-24-2014, 05:38 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-20-2014, 09:26 AM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 12-21-2014, 04:38 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Midas - 12-28-2014, 10:41 PM
RE: No Forgivance - by Africa - 01-03-2015, 08:25 PM

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