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What to do / I'm black and blue ANY - Ajatar - 09-20-2018 ajatar devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest; She almost couldn't show her face again.angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress. The embarrassment of it all. No - that wasn't quite right, she wasn't embarrassed by what happened. She was upset, deeply upset, upset that someone might recognize her and know what she did. Who she was. What she could do. It didn't matter that it happened at the hand of her mother (cruel, spineless, evil...) and that she stopped it. Eventually. In a sort of pathetic fallacy the snake scales along her legs have popped off and are scabbing over in a way that only happens when you're immortal. She's healing, a slow process, but internal damage? That's left to assessments. That's left to be discovered. Yet she'll show her face then, wading in the river, feeling the loneliness of it crash down on her. RE: What to do / I'm black and blue ANY - Sinner - 09-20-2018
OOC: Had to send Rodrik's son to meet @[Ajatar]. Hope you don't mind I play it as he might have recognized her since they were both in Pangea at one point. If not I'll just remove it RE: What to do / I'm black and blue ANY - Ajatar - 09-22-2018 ajatar devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest; Ajatar regards the hellhound with bold faced curiosity, in a way that only an innocent child could. Though Ajatar is no longer a child - her sinewy limbs of adolescence have morphed into the stout, thick limbs of her ancestors. She is every bit Harmonia and Carnage's child, down to the smokey black exterior. She lacks their carnal rage (for now) and instead is filled with self loathing and sadness. That sadness, it seems, is easy to detect, for the hellhound smells her out in a way that only they could.angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress. The hellhound is mildly familiar, though Ajatar cannot place why. There's something strikingly equuid about him, something that rings a bell far in the recesses of her mind. With all that's gone on these days there's no surprise she's almost completely forgotten her childhood, the quiet days of Pangea running the edges of the kingdom, hoping for something more. Hoping to escape her mother. The thought of her mother is unwelcomed, so she pushes it down and shudders. Of course - he must be one of those shape shifters. He is a horse in a hellhound body, or perhaps the other way around. Ajatar knows what it's like to feel desperate in your own skin. "The worst," she admits. Despite herself she is still youthful and innocent, and telling her woes to a stranger is not brought with embarrassment but relief. "I lost a friend recently, and it was all my fault," she laments. RE: What to do / I'm black and blue ANY - Sinner - 10-10-2018
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