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Lena I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars
The fire danced all around them, a haunting, poignant nightmare she’d had before. It swirled and ducked and dived and lacerated, curling along limbs and across hides, scorching, burning, simmering, and smoldering, inciting future terrors and distortions. While the calamity broke, while it seared and choked and massacred, she continued to sing – just as treacherous, just as menacing, just as disastrous as the rest – the Songbird, humming away noxious, nefarious tunes. Only when she opened her eyes to see the damage, only when she saw the vicious, monstrous scene, did she cease all words, all phrases, all sonnets. Her breath seized and her lungs hurt, because there was no escaping the vile, horrid setting, and no way to stop the images of maimed creatures and wounded Gods. Her heart was broken and shattered, crumbling bits of nothingness and sorrow, chiseled away from every mistake she’d made, every sentiment she’d destroyed – she’d been one more of the mass, of the fury, of the vehemence, and it trickled down through her veins, clawed down her throat, and cut across her tongue. In the midst of silence, in the sanctuary of the gallows, her eyes swam to those who needed her most. While Imogen stalked and brayed and howled into the void, into the wild, tempestuous whims of their mutinous plots and schemes, the nymph backed away, and stared into the great throng, studying, scrutinizing (hoping, pleading, begging), aiming for a hallelujah, a measure of healing, of soothing, to keep the hounds of war at bay. Along the swell of maneuvering bodies and painful outcries, a mixture of constellations and stars motioned nearby: Ki’irha, burnt and singed. Like a restless ghost, like a vivid, blackened dream, she sprinted towards the Corporal, invoking the spirits of time and the reverential decrees of her rank – glowing and pulsing and beating like wings, a gilded force bearing down upon dreaded wounds and bleak outcomes. “Hang on,” she whispered across the barbaric embraces and the war-torn hides, to the snippets of astral heavens, aiming to erase the bestial shades of fire shrouding the twinkling stars and midnight hues. She yearned for the slightest of blessings amongst the brutality of their savage iniquities. [Team Earth God. While Imogen aims to hurl more fire at the tiger, Lena goes to try and heal Ki'irha.] |
@Ki'irha
