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07-12-2017, 07:37 PM
AKELI
Grim sleeps soundly in his basket, where he has fixed himself a wonderful little nest of sticks, leaves, and shiny amulets he had clenched in his needle teeth and refused to let go of, because they were Akeli’s, not his, and she had finally given up fighting with him when he decided to be so difficult. She had been following Ktulu and Eytan as they followed the migration, and though she knew not why they followed so easily, but based on the worried looks of those who joined them in their pilgrimage, the filly knew better than to ask any foolish questions.
But, despite not knowing what they were heading towards, she certainly never thought it was towards the end of the world. Screams and shouts split the air. She watches as pegasus are ripped from the sky in furious turquoise light, clamping her own wings together, leaping towards Ktu’s side, and she tries to hide her face as unicorns and equines upon the ground are destroyed in vicious smoke. She knows not that the saving light that seems, for a moment, to interrupt Kaos’ agenda comes from the death of great gods. But she knows death. She knows the smell, knows the sight, and knows she will never be able to visit her mother’s grave beneath the oak tree again. “Tootaloo, I’m scared,” she whispers, cowering towards the mare’s side, not caring if she will be chased away or forced away from the physical contact.
She has no time to utter the words, share her fears, that Ktulu will fall at the hands of the only remaining god, that Eytan will end in a heap upon the ground. She can’t imagine them being struck by the horrifying illuminated blows and simply ceasing to exist. And what of her? What of Grim?
There just beyond the panic, she sees the rim of a shimmering hole, which seems to be eating any who get too close. Many scream to approach the portal, and Akeli casts a terrified look to Ktulu. “That thing is eating everyone!” she cries, and she wonders if those who are shoving other’s into the black void are servants of god, or perhaps it is the last thing given to those who inhabited this land. She wonders to the fillies she met upon the Flats, and wonders if they’re safe.
She is ushered towards the shifting portal, and it is all of the encouragement she needs. She runs, and she feels Ktulu beside her. Twisting to cast her honey gaze at the woman, she whispers one final sentiment. “You promised to take care of me. What do we do?”
And, in the ultimate trust fall, the Constrictor pushes her towards the portal, and she means to escape the mare’s murderous plot, but instead is consumed, stolen, taken.
Despite all of this, Grim still sleeps, with sweet dreams running through his head.
Goodbye, Farewell, Until We Meet Again
Grim sleeps soundly in his basket, where he has fixed himself a wonderful little nest of sticks, leaves, and shiny amulets he had clenched in his needle teeth and refused to let go of, because they were Akeli’s, not his, and she had finally given up fighting with him when he decided to be so difficult. She had been following Ktulu and Eytan as they followed the migration, and though she knew not why they followed so easily, but based on the worried looks of those who joined them in their pilgrimage, the filly knew better than to ask any foolish questions.
But, despite not knowing what they were heading towards, she certainly never thought it was towards the end of the world. Screams and shouts split the air. She watches as pegasus are ripped from the sky in furious turquoise light, clamping her own wings together, leaping towards Ktu’s side, and she tries to hide her face as unicorns and equines upon the ground are destroyed in vicious smoke. She knows not that the saving light that seems, for a moment, to interrupt Kaos’ agenda comes from the death of great gods. But she knows death. She knows the smell, knows the sight, and knows she will never be able to visit her mother’s grave beneath the oak tree again. “Tootaloo, I’m scared,” she whispers, cowering towards the mare’s side, not caring if she will be chased away or forced away from the physical contact.
She has no time to utter the words, share her fears, that Ktulu will fall at the hands of the only remaining god, that Eytan will end in a heap upon the ground. She can’t imagine them being struck by the horrifying illuminated blows and simply ceasing to exist. And what of her? What of Grim?
There just beyond the panic, she sees the rim of a shimmering hole, which seems to be eating any who get too close. Many scream to approach the portal, and Akeli casts a terrified look to Ktulu. “That thing is eating everyone!” she cries, and she wonders if those who are shoving other’s into the black void are servants of god, or perhaps it is the last thing given to those who inhabited this land. She wonders to the fillies she met upon the Flats, and wonders if they’re safe.
She is ushered towards the shifting portal, and it is all of the encouragement she needs. She runs, and she feels Ktulu beside her. Twisting to cast her honey gaze at the woman, she whispers one final sentiment. “You promised to take care of me. What do we do?”
And, in the ultimate trust fall, the Constrictor pushes her towards the portal, and she means to escape the mare’s murderous plot, but instead is consumed, stolen, taken.
Despite all of this, Grim still sleeps, with sweet dreams running through his head.
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