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The Requiem [Déodat ]

Chernobyl Posts: 134
Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Psilo
#1
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Chernobyl

Yellowed grasses rose up along the path, up an over a small dip and kept running until the trees shaded its destination away from view. The simplicity of the sight put her heart to ease at the thought that no matter where she went, there was always another direction that could lead her away from where she’d been. Though, today she was satisfied with merely standing in one place, deliberating life as it stood on the seams of everything she knew. Part of her longed solely to rid herself of the past and move forward, but no matter how hard she tried to forget, remembering was altogether an easier process. It was simpler to review and consult something already established over trying desperately to create something new. However, life only seemed to be about creating and not so much about dwelling on prior situations, no matter the pain and suffering that may or may not exist there. But it seemed, as of late, that everyone had some tale of woeful sorrow and while Chernobyl was no different, she would be the last to share her story with just anyone.

The Basin was certainly a place that she could call home now, though she’d done nothing in the way of formally introducing herself to really anyone except Myrddin, the Basin’s only Haruspex. He was a kind soul, if wise, but the only thing that made Chernobyl feel at ease in his presence was his lack of sight. If he could not see into her eyes, he would find nothing incriminating in herself. She assumed that solely because he was unseeing that he might actually be able to see her instead of judging her for the stains she wore upon her back. However figuratively she adorned them, they still seemed to lay claim to a small part of her soul that ached for the loss of her mother, even in spite of her incestuous sickness.

But this was neither the time nor the place to think of such things and she abandoned her reverie in favor of studying a small bird that fluttered through the treetops. It chirped happily in a singsong tune that cut through the silence that had formerly overwhelmed the darkened forest. It was a strange thing to hear in the midst of the quiet, but it was a constant reminder that the heat of summer was on its way.

How she would miss the cold of winter.

For a time she stayed, gazing at the bird and how easily it moved through the branches above. A sort of envy rose within her at how effortless and thoughtless it was to be such a simple creature. Would she feel the same about life if she were but a mere fowl, as flighty and frivolous as they were? Would she hang around the treetops in the summer, looking down upon all the conflict of Helovia during the summer months before migrating south? It would be so simple, so carefree… and yet, that was not her labor and in fact, never would be.

It was fleeting imagination that brought her back to reality in a sudden rush, cool and reluctant, as her black eyes scoured the clearing. If she were looking for something, it was unnamed, though perhaps she searched anyways for answers that would never come, at least not from the towering oaks and scarcely covered shrubbery. The spring would bring new life to Helovia, but it certainly wouldn’t bring her any solace other than the passing of yet another year.


But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away


crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more


pixel is by RELI<3


  • Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
#2

Déodat was born with purpose.

He did not choose to become a warrior. No one did. War controlled every aspect of every life, and Déodat proved to be no exception. But perhaps most importantly, Déodat never questioned this destined way of life, never wondered at the worlds lingering beyond the peaks grazing the horizon line. Without a second thought, he accepted his role to play—the role of the General's son, the upcoming young gun of the clan who was always a tad too reckless, a tad too foolhardy. He grew out of that role quickly, of course, crushed beneath the seriousness and looming responsibility of succeeding his father should he ever fail in battle.

But failure was not an option.

Déodat did not have choice in life, and to be be honest, he preferred it that way. And now, after an entire of life of being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it, he was alone. The last of nobleclan, the last in the line of his father. They were gone—cold and frozen in the stiff ground in a land far to the north where the earth never thaws. Deep in the cold recesses of his heart, he knew that the Déodat he'd once been had died alongside them and still lay in the frozen heights of a slaughtered home.

This wraith of once was had no purpose.

He'd never felt so lost in all his life, even though he knew exactly where he was. Aurora Basin. And where he was, well, he didn't belong. He didn't belong anywhere, now. A shadow of the glory he once was, the General's son wandered through the trees like a ghost. He was a dying ember, threatening to vanquish into nothingness, but he fought it because it was the only thing he knew how to do. He kindled those fading embers with his blinding rage and bitter despair, but most of all, his insatiable thirst for vengeance.

The trees thinned and dispersed until he stood on the edge of a small clearing, staring back at another. Dark, glittering eyes were the first thing he saw. Eyes like flinty obsidian, cool and glazed with marbled midnight. Perhaps the next thing he noticed was her horn, wrapped and tangled in thorns. It reminded him of weapons they once used in the far north—wrapping destructive items around their horns in order to protect against attacks and rip enemies to shreds. She couldn't be much younger or older than he—he recognized a tried, desperate soul when he saw one.

He was one himself, after all.

Her longing gaze following the progress of a flitting bird did not go unnoticed by his keen eyes. At the sight of wings, his lip curled savagely in distaste. He spat the words, as if they were a foul taste in his mouth.

"There is nothing to envy, hornsister."

déodat,

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Chernobyl Posts: 134
Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Psilo
#3
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Chernobyl

He was such a peculiar color, though, she could imagine most residents here in Helovia were similarly painted. The bloodied stallion hadn’t done much in the way of introduction, but she could forgive him… these days were cold and certainly not ideal when it came to making “friends.” It was assumed that after such graces, she would see less of him than she did now, as the ice blue eyes that looked back were none that reckoned for friendship. His voice was gruff, almost wicked in a sense that it brought her no comfort, no desire to delve into his personality or soul. She laced a quiet gaze upon him, curt as it were, before looking once more upon the small bird that fluttered in the barren branches above. Something about him angered her, though silence was his only response. Did he know anything about the things she should and shouldn’t envy?

For a moment, she embraced the quiet quality of her loneliness before abandoning it in favor of the presumptuous stallion. However, reason and logic overcame her and she supposed that behind every effect, there was some cause. His was unknown to her and though, she didn’t care to ask, she assumed there was something in the way that she admired that small bird- wings, beak, and freedom, that ultimately nagged at some part of his heart. Though, still she remained quiet, black eyes indulging in the fine breeding of such a horse. Was there anything to be said to him? Anything that had even caused a small blip across her frequency?

Yet, nothing came, and perhaps nothing would, solely because she hadn’t the words to say to ease his certain dislike of the creature. It was obvious that he was a prominent member of the Basin, not because he held rank within the hierarchy, but more so from his sullen unease with all things airborne. Chernobyl certainly had no problem with her feathered brethren, but if asked, she would simply agree to the terms predetermined for the Basin inhabitants. After all, life was unfair no matter which way it was looked upon and this was surely only a matter of the mind and she was smart enough to realize that her acceptance into the herd depended on her rejection of the Pegasus breed altogether.

But the bird’s wings had nothing to do with her envy and had everything to do with the simplicity of what she couldn’t have, freedom. Freedom from her thoughts, freedom from the depths of heartache… these were all things that this bird, this creature, knew nothing of- other than the simple necessities of life that were required for survival. If she were a primal beast, she would have merely walked away from this stallion, favoring instead the isolation of being nomadic. But she was no barbarian and she certainly didn’t find the wanderer’s life to be of any real importance and with this thought, she looked back.

Would you know something of my vexation?” The words were a mere whisper upon her lips, scraping past her tongue in such a way to suggest weariness. Upon his beautiful face she found disgust, and though she knew it was not meant for her, she couldn’t help but turn away. The expression was so fitting and yet so uncalled for that it was hard for her to face such conviction. She wasn’t sure if that made her weak or strong, but she had nothing much to say about it. She did not seek argument nor the expulsion of thought and word, but she had no qualms about letting him stay in her company. Maybe he would benefit her after all, though she couldn’t say how or why.

But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away


crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more


pixel is by RELI<3


  • Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.


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