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master of our own fates [Any] - No Crosses Count - 08-28-2017 they say only the good die young. He had left the Coast shortly after he had lost Nocturnal. There was no sign of the little lightning boy either and despite how annoying the little “milkies” had been, at least seeing him meant she would be nearby. Now they had both vanished into thin air and there was a deep twisting in his ribcage. An invisible thread linked them together thanks to the tumultuous escape from the Afterlife (a memory that had faded so much that it was only recalled as a recurring dream). Despite this link, he feels the loss of her presence keenly. Much more than he would ever admit. If only he had lingered a little longer… To see the jaguar dappled mare that had soon entered Nerine. One that would have looked at him with true recognition. Instead Fate continued to twist it’s knife cruelly into his back. Oblivious, his mind still a fresh slate, he heads off into the unknown. Days pass, there is no exact destination he is seeking. The seasons change, fading from light to dark. Time passes (wasted days, weeks, months) before he finally appears in the grassy plains of the field. He’s unsure of what exactly he’s seeking at this point. Enough news travels through Beqanna that he knows of the different kingdoms now. They all seem rather… Lacking. They don’t seem to match up to the kingdoms he can recall (blurry visions taken from stories he assumes were told to him, not delving deeper to try and find a face that could have possibly shared such tales). The Kings and Queens are names unfamiliar although the new ruler of the woods irritates his brain for awhile, like an itch he cannot scratch. He had pondered it for awhile before letting it drift into the wind, lost again. Long inky locks layer against his thick neck as red eyes take a quick once over at where he’s ended up. A soft sigh escaping dark lips, the familiar flicker of missing her washing over him once more. Nocturnal… They had never been apart it seems. She should be here…. Perhaps that was why he had really ended up in the open grasslands with his tail snapping against severely scarred haunches with agitation. Perhaps this was where he could begin his search and find her once more. no crosses count i want to do it again RE: master of our own fates [Any] - Neva - 09-01-2017 Long now has the hope left her to find traces of familiarity. The spotted mare moves through the grasses, the mountains (never the deserts). It is always the same story, same voices. Neva knows that perhaps now..perhaps after the past year of searching, it is best to let it all go. Let the sand slip through her fingers and close her eyes and allow the acceptance to wash over her. NEVA intrigued by first impressions swayed by cold rejections RE: master of our own fates [Any] - No Crosses Count - 09-06-2017 RE: master of our own fates [Any] - Reagan - 09-11-2017 Reagan I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
When she had laid her eyes on his daughter, and had heard tell the tale of the Wraith with the “Red Eyes,” she should have known exactly that he was back. And now that she knew, it was all she could do to leave her daughter in the safety of the Volcano, and make her way to the most obvious place a man with a new lease on life—real new, if she could bet on it considering that she had placed a wreath upon his grave—would head. A man with no memory of himself, or of those he once knew. The scent of him wafted off in waves to her, and now that she could taste it on her tongue, she wondered how she could not have noticed his scent on the breeze before now. When she finally does lay eyes on him, it is with a generous sigh of relief. He is not alone. Less awkward to approach him and be like Hey, we fucked once upon a time ago… Was it good for you? Because honestly, when it came to it, they had been so much more. Brief, whirlwind, and intoxicating. Seeing him with someone else… it made it less awkward. More Formal. And opportunity to recruit. “I see that you are both new here,” she says, trying to keep her tone even. “I come on behalf of Tephra. I’m relatively new there myself, but I was passing through and…” She darts her emerald gaze to Cross’ ruby one… A torrid of memories come flooding back. Those scars. She knew almost every one of them intimately. Had kissed them, healed them. She wondered if he remembered her at all. RE: master of our own fates [Any] - No Crosses Count - 09-14-2017 @[Reagan] @[Neva] |