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[PRIVATE] Darkness Sings a Forlorn Song

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
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For @[Kou] <3
Set just after the monsters.


Nightmares come when shadows grow

The moon glared down on the pair of disgruntled figures, their heads hung low and their eyes were lost in some dark thought that needed to be forgotten, but it's claws were in too deep. He remembered the fight, his magic turned against him and the feeling of helplessness when the seeming hallucination turned into reality and slapped him in the face. Always had d'Artagnan felt sure of himself, he was arrogant with his power and passionate with his beliefs. Now the battle was over and all he could feel was the empty feeling of being lost with himself, the shell he'd created to frighten others away was slowly beginning to wear away and quite suddenly the memories of being defeated as a young stallion were brought crashing down on him. He hadn't felt this disgusted with himself since those days and it was slowly wearing down on him, self loathing sinking it's angry teeth into his mind. Certainty, his path had always been laid out before him and the shade had followed it with confidence, now it was blurred and he could feel his bastard father laughing at him. The child who never achieved what was expected of him. A waste of flesh.

He snorted in anger and marched over to the fiery hole in the ground, Aramis following quickly by his side until finally they reached it and fell to a halt. Fear crept up on him as the flames flickered and sizzled, his eyes turning into steel determination and he made himself watch. He needed to prove that he could face these things or so be it he would dig his own grave and lie in it. He would not be the child his father always thought him to be, he would not be the blubbering wreck that Mauja had a tendency to turn into and he would certainly not give into these fears. Because if he did, d'Artagnan wasn't sure he'd be able to find himself again, and that scared him more than anything.

His mind raced on, faces of his children flashing through his mind as he wondered how they were doing. What lives had they chosen to live? He already knew he wasn't a very good father, Mesec was a perfect example of that, and still he loved each and every one of them. Bound by blood how could he not? No matter what words he spat his heart always betrayed him. The last face to form in his thoughts was a pale one, eyes of captivating azure and a teasing smile he knew all too well. Kou. His heart lurched and his body ached from their recent distance, but then he smiled. With the worries that plagued him now, he imagined her thinking him an idiot. She wouldn't be wrong.

painting by krazie

my heart’s an endless winter
              filled with rage

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