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06-03-2015, 08:38 AM
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. She arrived as one of the first, she had always come when called. True sometimes it had taken her a while when summoned but she had not failed The Reaper yet. Glancing at those who had already arrived she was silent and polite waiting for the meeting to begin. Wynter settled on her withers, watching everyone that approached with distrusting eyes. Deimos moves to speak, Arah glanced around for the red tipped mare who had become their Lady not too long ago. Her confusion was answered with The Reaper's first words. Ophelia was gone? When? Why? The questions burned their way through her mind as a frown creased her brow. Still this surely meant that a new lead was about to be chosen, perhaps this one would remain! It honestly did seem like the Lady of The Basin always ran out on them. Her golden orbs darted between the two that stood beside The Reaper as he announced them as new leads. Thranduil and Hotaru. It was as if someone had hit pause. A high pitch silence struck at her ears while her eyes darted between the three that stood above them all. Everything slowed as a dizziness took over, the doe squeezing her eyes shut to try and clear her mind. Inside her however something was building slowly- an ember in her chest that still had fight within it. It fizzled and then lit, the fire feeding's itself on the long calming breaths Arah was attempting to take. Barely hearing the words they spoke, hardly noticing Wynter's soothing touch on her mind, finally she snapped. "Are you kidding?!" The words where meant to be whispered quietly to herself. Yet they echoed around the space, the doe's gaze remained on Deimos. Well...she had started, no point in not finishing. This would be her last confession. "For many long gruelling years I have served The Basin." Taking a step closer she studied the one who had been her Lord...her King for so long. "I defended your rule in the beginning, I have done everything you have asked of me without question and I have never done anything for personal gain." Golden orbs dart between the two new leads, rage sparkling in their depths. The silver doe seriously doubted the same could be said for the other two. How did they plan to keep ties with the other herds when both had enemies lurking everywhere? "What have they done that betters my years of service to this herd...to you?" All she had sacrificed. All she had suffered. She couldn't help it. It was like she had finally unlocked the emotions, the rage, the anger and the shame. Now the feelings were as free as the words she was furiously spitting. First she turned to Thranduil, the rage burning within her so fiercely she wondered if those around her could feel the heat radiating from her very core. "You have no idea about tough winters. One passed through and suddenly you're a survivor?!" Arah laughed whole heartedly, head thrown back as she basked in the pure hilarity of the thief's choice of words. "Try waking up to find the sun gone, wondering if it's ever going to rise again. Then try to raise children in the darkness." They had been chasing rabbits in the sunshine when the wicked struck and captured them. The very first sunshine they had ever seen and it was ripped away from them. Shaking her head furiously, she quickly realised that this golden idiot would never be able to save Aurora Basin. Instead it would be twisted into whatever he needed it to be. "Try watching your mentor die for the greater good. At least she actually gave a shit about her spies!" Arah doubted he actually ever given a damn about anyone but himself. A normally soft musical hymn was what she spoke with, now nothing but a venomous voice filled The Basin, she could not believe this was happening to her home. "Faelene was her name. You never knew her and you will never amount to who and what she was." Arah stared at Thranduil with absolute anger, the last words she hoped she'd ever have to say to him were spat at his feet. "You will never be anything but selfish and manipulative. Now you're going to lead? Be responsible for others?" Because she did not trust him and others shouldn't either. After all, she knew him, seen the tricks he played. What did the golden stag understand about leading? About making sacrifices for those beneath you? When they had first met he had attempted to begin an all out fight for entertainment. Now? Now he was a dog with a crown on it's head. The very worst kind of leader. Next she turned to Hotaru, some of the hatred died from her eyes. This mare was naive, her previous words had proven as much, Arah did not wish to offend the pink mare. No, she wished for the pink spy to understand her stance. "Grow stronger? Please." The first hint of sadness laced with pity filled Arah's voice. "Refresh my memory, where you you when we fought The Throat? When the darkness came to Helovia? When Lady Psyche left? When Lady Illynx disappeared?" Arah rolled her shoulders, eyes peering into Hotaru's soul. Neither her or Thranduil would ever be apart of The Basin's history the way Arah was. Perhaps she was throwing that all away now but she felt as if it was her love for this once great herd that was driving her to say these things. "You can't grow strong because you've never been here during the weakest and most trying times." It was nothing but the truth, Arah had been present through most of it. She thought back to the words her father had whispered once 'But we live and learn that history and the past are lessons.' Lessons these so called 'leaders' would never know. Arah didn't entirely want to be a leader but she felt that there were a few much more deserving than these two. After all, Arah had been here longer than most (including these two), she felt like it was her right to speak against these promotions. Perhaps they were more sneaky, more clever but she had been loyal to a fault. Until now. "You speak of greatness but you've never been present for this herd's truly greatest moments." After a moment Arah decided to through the pink spy a bone, "although you are more capable than him," the doe's crowned head jerks in Thranduil's direction. Still this wasn't much as she did not believe Thranduil to be capable in the slightest. Once this herd was feared by all, nobody just wondered in to have a look around. No one doubted their ability to defend their home or at least avenge it. "Our names were once spoken in hushed tones by outsiders. They feared us like we were death itself." Perhaps a sick part of her had enjoyed that side of The Basin. "Now look at us!" She wondered if they saw themselves as she did. Arah knew how she must look to them and in truth she was bitter but her faith is divine. It was too much, she could not remain here under this leadership. She turns to Deimos, The Reaper, the one who she had trusted with everything. Emptiness. When it rains it pours. When you’re soaked and the world tries to fuck with you, you only need to trust in yourself. "No more." Was she a traitor? Maybe. We all get our hands dirty when we’re seizing the moment. With that she is finally finished, her slender body turns and Arah heads towards her cave. They would not see any tears from her. None were falling. Fuck this. She was off to see an old friend. |
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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