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despite everything I gave,
you walked away...</style>
Warmth creeps through the air like a diseased, wounded animal that knows its attacker is not far from them, that they have not truly escaped. It is a tentative warmth, the snow melting and dripping eerily off dark branches bathed in silvery light. There is no sun to warm the chilled backs of lost and weary souls. Birds silence their beaks, too fearful to sing their ballads with the shadows that lurk in every inch of the land. Yet the days warm stubbornly, slowly. Nayati hated the endless hours of night that came before the moon returned. She had panicked, shrieked and screamed and sobbed her agony to the answerless skies when she discovered her flowers had been ripped away with the gods. They had been her comfort, her resilience embodied in every petal, since she had first been blessed with them. Without their presence, Nayati had feared abandonment by the only God she had ever loved and held extreme faith towards. How could she go on without the support of the grandfatherly Earth? She had retreated to the Deep Woods in hysteria, taking comfort in rituals and sceneries she’d always dubbed her haven. The darkness broke her mind, utterly destroyed her, and the violent coughing from her fits only worsened her lung condition. By the end of Frostfall, before the moon returned, Nayati was shattered. With her light, however, she had risen up and found strength once more. The Gods were returning. No matter how slowly, they were returning, and Nayati could hold on if it meant they did.
So she ventured back to the Foothills, crimson irises set in determination and glinting with the will to continue on. She had been knocked down time and again, beaten down by life and fate, but every time they bruised and broke her, she stood tall as soon as they had their fun, chin high and jaw set. As much as they may wish to burn and shatter her, Nayati was too much of a fighter to go down like that. There was someone she needed to talk to.
Ktulu had granted her safe haven until Birdsong, extending it to the sickly Bale as well. Bale was nowhere to be found once again, and Romani had disappeared after returning for her and hearing her answer. With Birdsong melting and muddying the world, it was time she talked with the Chieftess of the Windtossed Foothills once more. The wooded land always made her feel nostalgic, and the thick mud made her insides ache with pain. It reminded her of Abdullah and Romani, but it also gave her strength and surety. She had come so far since then, she was no longer ruled by the scar on her side.
Long ivory locks trailed behind her in a carpet, and she let the mud dirty the tips without a care. To her, the Earth was cherished and beloved, and would never be cast away. In addition she had never been one to care much for her looks, not one to feel as if they needed to impress those they met. Nayati was Nayati and she knew herself enough to not care what others assumed she was like.
Standing in the middle of a patch of trees, more comfortable in close quarters than in the open, she tilted her coal muzzle to the half moon in the sky and sang out in her quiet, measured way for the dark Chieftess to meet her beneath its glow. As her breath fled her lungs, she ended her song and rested her recovering lungs, bright bloody eyes gazing off into the distance. "We have much to speak of, Lady Ktulu." It was time she decided her destiny.
@[Ktulu]
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
Ktulu the Constrictor Posts: 509
| Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 70.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Eytan :: Grizzly Bear :: Terrorize
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Ktulu the Constrictor
rattle cage after cage
until my blood boils
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Ktulu had not forgotten the two foals she had offered a safe haven to at the persistence of Eytan, who had warmed up to them right away. Neither of them, however, she had seen around the Foothills. Had they left without so much as a 'thank you' or a 'goodbye'? It would not surprise her if that were the case, as manners were few and far between. Her own, she knew, were lacking at times. Or maybe the two had just kept out of sight. Either way, they were not her concern. They were not true members of her herd, not true family. Because of this she was not responsible for them.
The dark Chieftess stopped at that moment, her head raising and her ears tilting forward as a voice seemed to dance on the wind. She recognized the voice, though it seemed older than it had several months ago. Her path altered and she walked toward the sound of the voice, already knowing it was Nayati that was waiting for her. It was strange how the young girl had called for her at the very moment that she had been wondering what had happened to her.
Fate?
"I agree." She murmured as she approached the place where Nayati stood in waiting. "Why don't you get started by answering a few questions?" She allowed herself to be revealed in the moonlight, her dark body painted silver by the light and the fireflies floating around her almost like a halo. "Where have you been? I offered you a safe haven and I don't feel as if you've taken advantage of my kindness. And where did your friend disappear to?"
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