03-31-2016, 09:12 PM
because he's all I ever knew of love...
The blue mare feels a little more empty now that the ash has fallen. There's not any sign of Warship, Straia and her raven's have flown the coop, Killdare is King, her children have gallivanted off - she writhes in anger with the Amazon's magician. Then there is a more prevalent worry, the necromancer who essentially murdered a man both in front of her and her (his? their?) children. It's such an intricate and confusing web they've all woven together, though not intentionally, it was likely Kimber's fault. The blue mare was not equipped with the emotional sense of what to do when children come, the responsible parties and what not. Her mother had dumped her for dead on the Chamber's doorsteps for Smolder to care for. How could a child raise a child? She doesn't. Kimber had no idea that she should make either man aware of the children, much less to have them expect to have anything to do with them. If pride weren't genetic she could say she is sorry, she could promise to make amends and make this seem all like a mishap but she won't.
She doesn't find anything wrong with her behavior.
She fed, taught and protected the twins until nearly two years of age. She let her warrior body turn more into a skeleton version of herself, luckily she was starting to fill back out but it wasn't easy by any means. It was perhaps even harder than she had anticipated, though she didn't really speak of love (she surely doesn't know what it means, to love) but she felt affection for Vessel and Vaughan and the hope to see them live and flourish. She is alone, truly, now without anyone to bother or poke at - her children have left, her star-crossed lovers dead or wanting her dead. "I'm a fuckin' mess," she grumbles to herself as she slowly weaves through the charred treeline. She smells something familiar amongst the rubble and cannot mistake the man in a bear form, who closely follows one who's she's shared moments with. Moments full of dripping sweat, uncontrollable anger, venomous words - lots of things. Today, she decides to hang loose (something she rarely does) and purposefully keep a few steps behind - she hasn't overheard anything but can tell that the blood bay isn't his normal self. A wave of concern washes over her and falls hitting her stomach loudly like a coke from the vending machine. Kerplunk. Surely he wasn't hurt, too? Well at least not on in the life threatening way but she had this unsettling feeling that something was amiss.
The shadows were much less involved, Kimber liked less involved these days.
Kimber
she's basically just eavesdropping from far away and making sure Nymph isn't in extreme danger...once you guys hash it out I'll let her jump in.
I just didn't want to waste my reply
