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shattered into ash [Ledger] - Cress - 06-24-2017 all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash She had sought one out, once upon a time. Newly returned to Beqanna, soaked in blood and with fresh scars adorning her ears, chest, and forehead, she had recognized one of the ones who had been held in the dungeons of the Dark God with her. She had stumbled after him, calling out for him to stop, to turn, to talk to her, but he had vanished into the dying light of the evening. She doesn't blame him for running; she had done a lot of running herself after that. Since then, she has... survived. Thrived would be too optimistic of a word to use here—existed would be much too melodramatic. No, she has lived, loved, and lost since returning to the Overworld, much like anyone else in this wretched land. She has felt the burn as her flames were ripped from her chest when the Reckoning swept through Beqanna, and she has learned to live without being able to heal minor cuts and bruises. She has raised a child by herself, her lover having vanished into nothingness—he's not dead, she knows that much, but where, oh where is he? The once-vibrant golden girl is lost. She was offered a home and chickened out, too scared of committing to a new place to even consider it. She has been gifted with beautiful dragon's wings, golden and glimmering in the sunlight, but she still cannot let herself take to the skies. She is no dragon, not without her fire; it would be wrong to soar without her entire soul intact. Maybe soon, they shall return to her, but until then she must continue on. It is as she has always done. After her torment, after her mother's betrayal and death, and Flamevein's sudden disappearance, she has always continued on. This is no different. Stopping is not an option. cress oxytocin x kindling RE: shattered into ash [Ledger] - Ledger - 06-25-2017 Bound for trouble from the start Cress is a survivor success story. She has lived, she has loved. He, on the other hand, is a perpetual victim. Unable to overcome and rise above his station. They had all suffered tremendously at the Dark God’s hands but his torment and abuse had started much earlier than most of theirs. He and misery were old friends, constant companions. As for running from his problems, he was an old hand at that too. Her calls would have fallen on deaf and panicked ears. Even Magnus couldn’t help him. He was a danger to himself and others after what Carnage had done. It didn’t matter though how far he ran or where he went. It didn’t matter how many years he spent away from the source of his nightmares. They say time heals all wounds but he knows that this is a bald faced lie. Time heals nothing, it only festers and infects. Ledger @[Cress] RE: shattered into ash [Ledger] - Cress - 07-02-2017 all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash When she thinks back on her family, it is only worse. Kindling had thought of her as a disappointment and nothing more. Both of her parents had abandoned her as a child, and she still remembers the earthquakes ripping through the Valley and her foreleg snapping nearly in half as she wandered, lost and afraid, through the ruins of the kingdom. She had discovered her powers then, but she had lost everything else. Both her parents and her self-built family had abandoned her, and she'd be lying if she said her heart wasn't breaking on a daily basis. She cannot stop. She is alone when her fire returns to her, and she squirms at first as she feels the burn in her chest. It is something that she has not felt in several years, and at first, the sensation is uncomfortable. Smoke curls skyward from her lips as she lets out a deep breath, surprise written all over her face. What is happening? Why has her fire suddenly returned? Is her healing back as well? Silently she reaches for her other ability, but there is nothing that can be physically healed, and her attempt falls flat. She trembles as she sucks in a breath, close to tears as she lets out a small tongue of flame. Her flames have been returned to her and the feeling is entirely overwhelming, for hers is not a curse in her eyes. It is a gift, freely given for surviving the Dark God's lair, and though years ago the power frightened her, she has learned to embrace it. She has not been herself without her fire breathing, and all of a sudden she has been mended. Still broken, but better. She watches the flaxen stallion as he approaches, and she utters a small gasp as recognition spreads over both of their faces. She takes in his scarred eye socket and his entirely beaten down frame and more emotion sweeps through her than she cares to admit. "You," she murmurs, taking a step closer to him to breathe in his scent—familiar, but long lost. "I remember you, too." They are broken glass, the pair of them. Perhaps they are the only two survivors of Carnage's wrath, and Cress wants to reminisce while at the same time she never wants to bring it up ever again. "I tried to chase you down, after escaping," she tells him, pulling her wings even closer to her sides. "You ran. I couldn't keep up... you were terrified. As was I." What would have happened if she had caught him that day? Would he have shunned her, or would they have been friends, bonded over a shared experience? She cannot say—it was so long ago. "I could never forget your screams, either," she whispers, and her eyes find the ground between his hooves. "Though I am glad I am not the only one who made it out alive. I've not found any of the others." cress oxytocin x kindling RE: shattered into ash [Ledger] - Ledger - 07-14-2017 Bound for trouble from the start Unless you have been through it yourself, you could not relate. Could not understand. But she did. She understood him completely. Having suffered in the Dark God’s grasp herself, having fought demons and burned like the rest of them. Only she could fully know him and the pain he constantly felt. He’s not sure if he can recount the tale with her, if he even wants to. Bile rises in his throat, burns at the back of his mouth. Pale gray lips reach for her, touching her cheek just to make sure she’s real. Not another cruel figment of Carnage’s wrath. Ledger |