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the tide is brave but always retreats; colby pony - web - 03-26-2021 He is quiet as he moves through the dark, and though his pale brown eyes wander they rarely linger long on anyone he finds. This is a world drained of color, of light, and he can feel the weight of it like a stone in his chest where his heart used to be. It is more than this unending night, more than the stars that are too shy too shine. It is more than the sun and the moon who seem to have abandoned the world in favor of this new imbalance, this strange togetherness that leaves the world below in ruins. WEB @[The Monsters] please mess with his dream teleportation and super senses @[Colby] RE: the tide is brave but always retreats; colby pony - Random Event - 03-27-2021 @[web] your dream teleportation has mutated into sabre-toothed cat shifting and nothing happens to your super senses RE: the tide is brave but always retreats; colby pony - Chryseis - 04-04-2021 someone will love you but someone isn't me -- She can’t bring herself to care about the dark or the eclipse, and she isn’t sure what that means for her. The numbness that has settled in her chest feels heavy as a stone, unmovable from where it has decided to lodge itself. Her memories—the things that somehow she knows are missing despite not remembering them—remain locked away, hidden behind that fog-like veil that is more infuriating than this endless night. They are right there, drifting behind the haze, always taunting her. Sometimes her heart twinges within the confines of her ribcage as if she is missing someone, and an unexplainable feeling in her gut tells her that it is not Ivar despite having spent years on that island with him. With her children grown and gone she has nothing to keep her anchored anywhere, and the way her bones ache with wanderlust tells her that perhaps she had never been meant to be kept anywhere at all. She follows the sound of the river, follows it until she is right at the edge of it. It was strange, the way the sound of water made her feel. There is the peculiar feeling that she loved the river; that maybe this had been one of her favorite places, and the sound of water rushing along the banks makes her heart flutter. But it reminds her too of the island, of sharp teeth on her neck and that unnerving feeling of not having control of her own thoughts or body, and the way anxiety grips her chest almost causes her to turn away. It is only the soft hush of a voice—so quiet she almost had not heard it—that makes her turn her head, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dark but eventually making out the shape of a stallion. His question, though not meant for her, brings a slow smile to her face, and she finds herself stepping closer to her. “I ask myself that all the time,” and of course he has no way of knowing how true that is—that she isn’t even sure if her name is really Chryseis, only that that was what Ivar had called her. “I decided that maybe if I don’t know, it means I get to reinvent myself.” -- C H R Y S E I S @[Web] @[The Monsters] can you roll for her frost aura please! Thank you <3 RE: the tide is brave but always retreats; colby pony - Random Event - 04-05-2021 @[Chryseis] your frost aura has mutated into jewel-touched |