the Rift


[PRIVATE] love and a red jasper stone to lead a fearful heart back home

Asavvi Posts: 41
Absent Abyss
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 :: 2
Laine
#1


"Warblood Child. You are a daughter of the dark and the damned, the spawn of savages and heathens. We are your salvation , we will give you truth. Give us your mind, child, we will cleanse it, we will save it." But... but it hurts... I'm frightened. "Silence child, what could you possibly know of fear?"
. . .

Home was a dangerous thought for Asavvi, hell, even her own name was dangerous. Anything that threatened the serene scape of the star-girl's mind had to be regulated, regimented, analysed and relegated to the recesses of her consciousness. Moment after moment she held tight the reins of her own thoughts, sorting and sifting to decide which she could trust, which were hers and which were leftover lies that her captors had implanted. Some were easier to deal with, thoughts that revolved around fact could be tested, proven, cataloged and forgotten, but others...ones like home and family were too volatile. When her mind approached them it sent her brain into a riot that pulled her heart painfully with it.

It was all a matter of control; after what she had suffered the girl had a bedrock need to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was in control of her own thoughts, and what were emotions if not a source for doubt. 

It had taken her months to get to this point; to build up enough courage to set foot with in 10 leagues of the sandy shore that led to the place she had grown up. Even now she came only under cover of darkness on a moonless night. Her cloven hooves had found a place on the sand south of the Heart and she could force them no farther, would not force them farther. The Dragon's Throat had been too keen a target for her captor's mental vivisection; Megaera the Sunspear, Einarr the Warden... those proven warriors had been to warped in the girl's mind that she could not even approach the idea of seeking them out without quaking in terror or without feeling her through pinch on the bile of abject hatred. Savages. Monsters, and yet still somehow the girl's heart yearned for Mai, for Ave.

Because They had looked into her memories and seen no threat in a small boy beyond the strength of Asavvi's loyalty to him, thoughts of her brother had been left blessedly untouched, just as the silver cuff that held just above her right knee had been ignored. Nizho... her mind had whispered to her, over and over again in the past year in the spaces her mind could not push it aside. In the gaps between sleeping and waking when she could feel before she could tell herslef not to.  When she could ignore the longing no longer, she had come. 

In the blackness, beside the heaving swell of the sea, a little star appeared. Another winked into light beside it, and another, and another, and each was extinguished as the next appeared. Across the distance of the watery expanse they would be just a glimmer, a twinkle in the dark, a signal that only one would recognize. A shaky breath flitted through Asavvi's lips, whispered fear, whispered hope: "Nizho."

Does the secret fade—
            or is it everlasting?
Asavvi
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NON EST AD ASTRA MOLIS E TERRIS VIA
there is no easy way from the earth to the stars
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Nizho Posts: 17
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 2 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Time
#2
I took your breath, you took my sorrow


He was becoming a warrior, like his parents before him and their parents before them. It was this cycle he was not ready to break, but instead to entirely encompass. He did not even know what else he could be--could not fathom being something else. He believed Tae to be brave for breaking the cycle of warriors in her family, but Nizho himself could not embrace it. He was a warrior. It was red hot fire running through his veins; the very beating of his heart was a wardrum. There was no mistaking it--Nizho was designed for the lifestyle he had chosen.

He had left his father some hours ago to look for their mother so the pair could rest for the night. Nizho was too restless to stop his patrols, and so on this inky black night he took to the skies. The moon hid from sight at this time, making no shadow as the youngling moved across the sky. The night clung to him like a cloak, covering him completely. Only once and a while could the shimmer of his coldfire eyes be seen in the night. His dark body blended in well, and he felt like a skilled assassin as he rode across the dark clouds.

A small flicker caught his eye.

He turned his wing angle to move toward it, beckoned toward it upon a warm draft of air.

His heart skipped a beat.

His throat swelled.

His belly twisted.

Was it?

There was another flicker.

His blood quickened, pounding in his ears.

His wings beat down, hard.

Asavvi.

He was breathless by the time he reached the ground, the flickering of stars still a few meters off. He wanted to call out for her, but as he opened his maw no words fell from his lips. His chest pounded with the beating of his heart as he loped forward on cloven hooves.

Asavvi. Asavvi. Asavvi. Asa...

The leggy stallion skidded to a stop just as a star dissipated before him. He felt the heat radiate toward him, and he exhaled loudly. Coldfire eyes were wide and his head snapped up. "Asaavi!" He called, wings curling in at his dappled sides.

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Asavvi Posts: 41
Absent Abyss
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 :: 2
Laine
#3


Her stars, like her, looked like such tender little things. Gentle soft, but unlike her the stars could burn and destroy; her greatest beauty was their light and her greatest terror their fire. Now, one by one, they flickered through the darkness and called to her brother, her protector, her friend.

At the sound of approaching wings she felt and resolutely ignores an urge to run. In the inly black of the night she could not see if the approaching guardian was her brother. Perhaps she should have been able to recognize the sound of his wings but she had never heard them in flight and so for long moments there mystery of the approaching figure shivered it’s way through the slim little mare. There was a thud, a movement in the shadows, a shape as her last star blinked out an for a breath of time was not replaced by another.

"Asavvi!"

Her name, her true name, seemed to echo in the darkness and though she knew in her heart who spoke it, the voice was a strange one. Perhaps there were traces in it of the colt he’d been but is was deeper now, molded by the time they could never get back. She could follow the memories—with her magic—she could trace his life through the months they’d been apart but the memory walker could never make herself part of those memories.

But he was here.

He’d come at her call.

For the slow span of several heartbeats, the girl steeled herself. She let air fall between her lips in a long studying stream and then she reached for her stars again. They winked into life in the space between them, casting soft light to fight the moonless night and her skyclad eyes fell opon a handsome face and eyes that burned ling her stars.

”Nizho.” Her gentle whisper did not betray that pounding of her heart, the riot of emotions she did not want but could not prevent. Her brother stood before her, his coloring and manner matching her memories but stretched over a frame that was too tall now, too strong. They had taken all that time from her, from them. On the inside she was torn asunder but in the warm starlight the form of the young mare gave no sign of distress. 

"Shieraki attihat yeri akka tat anna, ven mori zhorre hatif.” Her voice was trained, restrained, controlled, but she had less power over her own eyes and a tear spilled from them. "Hash yer dothrae chek, gaezo?"

- - - - - -

“Shieraki attihat yeri akka tat anna, ven mori zhorre hatif.” - The stars show you the way to me, as they have before.

Hash yer dothrae chek, gaezo? - How are you, brother?
Does the secret fade—
            or is it everlasting?
Asavvi
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NON EST AD ASTRA MOLIS E TERRIS VIA
there is no easy way from the earth to the stars
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Asavvi in all posts ::

Nizho Posts: 17
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 2 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Time
#4
I took your breath, you took my sorrow


The youngling was still breathing heavily, his sides heaving from the maximum effort he had exerted to follow the stars. He stood for several moments with wide, coldfire eyes staring into the darkness. The stars had all but flickered away, and there was nothing else in the night to bring him signs of his sister. Disbelief rattled behind his eyes and grief started to grasp his heart. Had he imagined the stars that led him here? Asaavi had been gone for far too long, and suddenly the idea that she might be dead somewhere overwhelmed him. Perhaps the world was playing this trick on him to tell him the truth of his twin's demise. A sharp pain triggered in his chest as he--as literally as he thought possible--his heart shattered within him.

A lump formed in his throat and white hot tears burning behind his dark lashes.

Warriors don't cry, Nizho!

He scolded himself, closing his eyes tightly to trap the tears from leaking down his handsome, boyish face. Stop it!

He pulled in a shaky breath, lifting a cloven hoof to carry him away from this place, from the pain that ripped and tore at his insides. But he stopped, suddenly, when the faintest whisper graced his dark ears. From the darkness, his name echoed and the stars reappeared. The warden's son blinked rapidly, clearing the blur of tears from his line of vision. As her form stepped from the darkness and was illuminated by the beautiful stars, the boy almost could not breathe.

Here she was, the filly he shared his very lifeblood with, standing in front of him.

And she wasn't even a ghost.

The familiar language dripped from her tongue like a memory, but the young warrior could not respond. He merely stepped forward, tentative, lowering his head. His wings quivered slightly at his sides. "Asaavi." He whispered again, brows knitting together as he reached forward with his muzzle to press it into her right shoulder.

He breathed in, deeply, like it was his first--or his last.

He smelled her.

He looked up, catching her eyes.

His favorite color.

Tears spilled over his dark lashes, drenching his cheeks like a broken dam destroys a waiting, silent city.

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