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not until we are lost do we begin - Rhy - 09-04-2016 @[Draconis] RE: not until we are lost do we begin - Lagertha - 09-05-2016 The days are unnumbered; they wake to a gray dawn and when the light fades, they close their eyes and hope they are well enough hidden. Survival gives her no time for other thoughts, no momentary indulgences to wonder about a heart-and-blood sister and whatever became of her. She keeps Wessex alive, and her daughter, in turns, keeps Lagertha alive when the monsters tear her flesh into long, bloody ribbons. Their magic is unreliable, at best - but they are opportunists, and survivors, and nothing if not hard-headed. Too stubborn to die here, they jest. The monsters are stupid - the men, less so. But dreams fuel their legs, even when it seems their lungs might burst as they choke on their own spittle. On edge, always on edge, ready to fly at a moment's notice. Beqanna, they whisper at night. Home, Lagertha thinks. And Not Today is their rallying cry. One night, when the light of the double moon highlights the ageing whiskers around her mouth, Lagertha pauses mid-bite, gasping for air. A bolt of pain shoots through her chest and though she’s endured spikes and claws and razor-sharp teeth, this seems to start at her core and radiate outward. She falls to her knees, and Wessex is immediately at her side, her nose trying to find some invisible monster that must have gotten past their fine-tuned senses. Whatever the cause - it does not last long. As a lingering ache replaces the pain, the stiff and stern old Warrior Queen is consumed by the utterly unfamiliar urge to weep. And in this moment, she thinks of Anguisette and Vidar. Of Dalten and Crito and Tiphon. Of Yael and Vanquish. Of Rhy. Tears seep from the corners of her eyes, and with the first sob she’s ever allowed herself to loose, the world seems to close on them again. Somewhere down the Beach, Rhy exhales for the final time. Somewhere else, Wessex takes her first breath of Beqanna’s air. Lagertha cannot stop herself, and so she unknowingly mourns with complete abandon. Beqanna goes unnoticed. RE: not until we are lost do we begin - Draconis - 09-10-2016 YOU NEVER SAW IT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, THE CRAFT THAT I PERFECTED GOT REJECTED AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT. I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY. BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH. She's not sure why she is stepping hoof here, of all the places in Beqanna. But, on the other hand, it was literally the last place for Draconis to go to in search of her mother. The kingdoms were gone, including the Jungle that had been her home since early childhood, and her firebreathing ability had disappeared along with them. The young mare had made her way back down from the mysterious mountain where the apparently entire population had been driven, even more desperate now since a lengthy scouring of the masses had failed to turn up Rhy. The star-blanketed mare had overheard many frightened, conflicting stories about what had happened and how they had all found themselves huddled together on the top of the strange new summit, and is unsure of what to name as true and what to proclaim as falsehood. Whatever, she'll worry about it later, after she has found the ghost-shifting mare.....and wait, what was that up ahead on this tragedy-laden landscape? The scent of fresh blood stings the dark girl's nose, sharp and coppery, bringing even more unease to her brain. She approaches the fallen form slowly, as if each hoof is being pulled forward by a power not her own, and she is trying but failing to resist it. When she is nearly upon the silent equine, her own heart nearly stops from shock and sadness, for Draconis can see now that her quest has come to an end, successful but, also, equally fruitless. The mare she had come to love and know as her mother would never move nor speak again. She would never hear Rhy's voice again or hear her laugh as she had when they had played together in the days of her foalhood. Tears beginning to flood her eyes, she walks the remaining distance, stretching her head and neck out and down to touch her mother's cheek. Already it is cool to the touch, and she is about to turn away and depart the Beach, when her gaze catches movement. The mare's eyes widen with astonishment when she spots the source: two tiny, newborn foals; her now-orphaned siblings, and she cannot leave them here alone. Draconis presses her muzzle carefully to each wobbly form, taking in their scents. She speaks to them, hoping that they will understand and respond. "Hello, little ones.....Mommy's.....Mommy's gone to sleep, but I'm here to take care of you. I'm your big sister, Draconis. Can you tell me what your names are? " RE: not until we are lost do we begin - Naga - 09-17-2016 breaking waves of change
It is a place she never ventured to before, her feet guiding her though, for some strange reason. Though something in her heart felt achy, and her intuition telling her she probably should take a trip down. Down the the far south end of the coast...where the borders of her kingdom have ended and the scenery turns dull and somber. The mist hangs low, every step in the sand here feels....odd. Our dark queen wonders why in the world she has kept going this far, but her heart tells her to keep going.She can smell faint traces of jungle scent here, she worries now...what if it was Draconis? Little does she know that Draconis had been here just before her...she now notices two smaller sets of hoof prints in the sand leading the opposite direction of her....her mind is curious now. She follows the trail nervously and intently...what could this mean... Though soon her heart breaks..no....shatters into a million, terrible pieces. There, in the sand, lie her beloved Rhy... ......no.....NO....It can't be...IT CAN'T BE!!! RHY!! RHY!!" Naga wails, her voice of which was usually smooth and silky was now shaking with sobs, she began to choke on her cries. Rhy....she was there the night Naga had been found at the Jungle's borders by Scorch. She was the one who let her follow her around as a filly, learning to shift and enjoying feline life in the jungle together. She was also the one who brought Draconis into her life. Rhy was the mother Naga never had. Her dream mother. One of her dearest sisters. She lay down beside her now cold body, touching her muzzle to Rhy's cold one. Her voice is softer now, yet still a little choked up. "My beloved mother I never had...Thank you for all you have done for me. I hope you passed on with happiness in your heart and without pain. May you rest in peace...and may we meet again someday. Just know....I loved you as if you were my own mother...goodbye mom..." It hurt her to say it, to say goodbye in this life to her. Though as she finished her sentiment, she happened to notice blood behind Rhy, with marks within the sand, and remnants of birth...it was then Naga realized, the hooves from the path she followed, were none other than the hoof prints of Rhy's newly born twins. She begins to sob again...but she hopes Rhy got to meet them. The biggest question was...who came for the children? It was then she made it a personal mission...she would find these children...and their new caretaker..and she would try to bond with them and make sure they knew of what amazing things their mother had accomplished and what she had done for her. With that, she said one final goodbye to Rhy, before filing back up the coast line. Her heart filled with sorrow, and yet a small glimmer of light... GOOD BYE DEAR RHY....YOU WERE AN AMAZING AMAZON SISTER, MOTHER, AND FRIEND. YOU WILL BE GREATLY MISSED. Naga RE: not until we are lost do we begin - Scorch - 12-31-2016 Welcome to the afterlife, sister. It is peaceful here; I will help you to feel at home... Though for how long I will be here to do so, I cannot in good faith say. For now, it is good to see your face; I have missed you too entirely. Perhaps you'll find comfort in a familiar face, even an ugly hairless one; but then again, I am sure there are others here who too long for your attention. As it is, to see you is enough. I've missed you, Rhy. It will be easy now. Just breathe. |