06-22-2018, 02:56 PM
Under his weight, she had sunk to the bottom of the sea. He’d made her feel weightless, as if she had been floating, but the reality had been very different. Through his actions, he had put new life into her, but stolen it from her at the same time. Dying hadn’t felt painful to Kylin, as she had simply been unaware of it. He had erased all pain from her mind, tricking her body to believe nothing was wrong, and she had gone out with a smile forever painted on her then peaceful face.
She had felt special. Treasured, loved, guarded, looked after.
The pull of the water had never left her body to truly rest. First it had only been here pearl and lavender mane and tail that were drifting in the current, but soon the change of tide – or is it simply Beqanna’s magic? – had stolen her body from him. The beach is known as the last resting place of any Beqanna’s habitants, and though life had left her someplace else, Kylin had been no exception to that. The sea had claimed what was rightfully hers, giving her a place in the deep sand along with anybody else.
However, not all life had been taken from her body. By planting his seed deep into her core, he had not only taken a life, but created one too. Life has no space among the death, and the waves only takes all who have fallen.
Her body washes up onto the shore, her legs in the water as her head rests on a sun dried part of the beach. The sand lings to her soaked form, to be washed away by the waves that roll onto the beach, and to be replaced by more fine sand as the gentle breeze carries it with her. Kylin’s expression is still as soft and peaceful as when it had been when life had escaped her, preserving that what once was.
@[Ivar]?
She had felt special. Treasured, loved, guarded, looked after.
The pull of the water had never left her body to truly rest. First it had only been here pearl and lavender mane and tail that were drifting in the current, but soon the change of tide – or is it simply Beqanna’s magic? – had stolen her body from him. The beach is known as the last resting place of any Beqanna’s habitants, and though life had left her someplace else, Kylin had been no exception to that. The sea had claimed what was rightfully hers, giving her a place in the deep sand along with anybody else.
However, not all life had been taken from her body. By planting his seed deep into her core, he had not only taken a life, but created one too. Life has no space among the death, and the waves only takes all who have fallen.
Her body washes up onto the shore, her legs in the water as her head rests on a sun dried part of the beach. The sand lings to her soaked form, to be washed away by the waves that roll onto the beach, and to be replaced by more fine sand as the gentle breeze carries it with her. Kylin’s expression is still as soft and peaceful as when it had been when life had escaped her, preserving that what once was.
@[Ivar]?