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02-20-2016, 07:31 AM
SEREN
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Wandering alone had been something Seren was so used to, when she had found herself surrounded by them in the Blood Falls, and then after the climatic events of the Rift tearing Helovia open and bringing with it, her and so many others, and their mad raging gods, it had become too much. She had ventured into caves, into other regions but fear...
Fear gripped her like it had done before; it was a partner in life, it had been there ever since that white demon had come to Remi, changed her, made Remi into something else.
Remi became Seren.
Seren ran for her life but the demon dogged her, sitting in her tail, whispering in her ear, changing everything.
When she had come to Helovia, she had fought like a mad creature, seeing the raging God and imaging the demon who had ripped her from her family, seeing the one who had ruined the Rift for them all – the creature. She had been handed something from the beast by a God of Helovia, only to have that ripped away from her by another.
And she was too meek, too cowardly to go after what had been given to her. Seren just let it happen.
Too afraid to face anyone.
Even those who had come with her, fleeing the Rift and venturing into Helovia. So she had hidden herself away, living and existing in shadow and light, never being more than just a figure to be seen. She was nothing more, but fear had subsided.
And in the place of fear was a hollowness, something removed long ago.
Seren was here again. This place, in the wonderful colours and smells of the Rotunda, she felt secure; she felt a safety, a delight in her heart, that surged into the empty shell of her mind. Life was here, and it sang all around how. How she could despair, when life grew so much? Out of her only working eye, she watches the plants dancing their dance upon the breeze, swaying and moving to the wonder that she couldn't here; that she couldn't even see. Wind was there, gentle and light but never giving her more than it's touch, and leaving behind a chill. Seren felt the life here, and into the hollow in her mind, she felt the calm.
Fear was there somewhere, waiting to spring, waiting to make itself known again. Yet she does not feel it now, even if she knows it lurks, waiting, like a tiger preparing to spring upon it's prey. Seren is fear's prey, and her weakness all too strong.
So she comes to the rotunda and settles, looking out into the water before her. She basks in the moment of calm that floods her, although she may never feel this again... for all she knew, the demon, the fear, were waiting for her, just behind her. And so she sighs, craning her head – a fully grown mare now, no longer a filly, standing upon the side of the gentle flowing water, amid the colours and scents of the magic about her; alone, and silent.
<3 @Serenity
Fear gripped her like it had done before; it was a partner in life, it had been there ever since that white demon had come to Remi, changed her, made Remi into something else.
Remi became Seren.
Seren ran for her life but the demon dogged her, sitting in her tail, whispering in her ear, changing everything.
When she had come to Helovia, she had fought like a mad creature, seeing the raging God and imaging the demon who had ripped her from her family, seeing the one who had ruined the Rift for them all – the creature. She had been handed something from the beast by a God of Helovia, only to have that ripped away from her by another.
And she was too meek, too cowardly to go after what had been given to her. Seren just let it happen.
Too afraid to face anyone.
Even those who had come with her, fleeing the Rift and venturing into Helovia. So she had hidden herself away, living and existing in shadow and light, never being more than just a figure to be seen. She was nothing more, but fear had subsided.
And in the place of fear was a hollowness, something removed long ago.
Seren was here again. This place, in the wonderful colours and smells of the Rotunda, she felt secure; she felt a safety, a delight in her heart, that surged into the empty shell of her mind. Life was here, and it sang all around how. How she could despair, when life grew so much? Out of her only working eye, she watches the plants dancing their dance upon the breeze, swaying and moving to the wonder that she couldn't here; that she couldn't even see. Wind was there, gentle and light but never giving her more than it's touch, and leaving behind a chill. Seren felt the life here, and into the hollow in her mind, she felt the calm.
Fear was there somewhere, waiting to spring, waiting to make itself known again. Yet she does not feel it now, even if she knows it lurks, waiting, like a tiger preparing to spring upon it's prey. Seren is fear's prey, and her weakness all too strong.
So she comes to the rotunda and settles, looking out into the water before her. She basks in the moment of calm that floods her, although she may never feel this again... for all she knew, the demon, the fear, were waiting for her, just behind her. And so she sighs, craning her head – a fully grown mare now, no longer a filly, standing upon the side of the gentle flowing water, amid the colours and scents of the magic about her; alone, and silent.
<3 @Serenity
