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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Butterflies are self propelled flowers - Ellyse
    #1
    Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
    As a sigh escaped from her dark lips the girl turns herself around to silently look at her slightly stretched right wing. The blue feathers moving slightly in the spring breeze. She loved the feeling of the wind underneath her wings, it gave her some sense of freedom, but she had yet to take the sky. Somehow Vlinder hadn’t been able to manage to get herself up in the air, to use her wings to fly, instead of having them at her side to be pretty. The black roan girl had seen the looks upon her parents and older sister’s features, like she was special and great, but thus far she felt like she had only been disappointing them. The wings that should be great hadn’t been much special.

    Before tucking the wing at her side again she now lifts both, shaking them in an attempt to get the stiffness out of her muscles. It still took her quite some effort to keep them folded against her body, Vlinder simply found them too heavy, but she had soon learned that myalgia was much better do deal with than the looks. It also wasn’t too graceful to let your wings drag across the ground, bumping into everything that came into a meter radius of her. So she had learned herself to keep them up the best she could.

    The looks was what she hated the most. The concern in her parent’s eyes, the pity in those of others, but the worst were the ones that looked down on her. She felt like a disappointment, a failure. Why couldn’t she just fly, like the other winged ones that she had seen around? They all looked happy and satisfied up in the air, her parents did too, although they had to shift before they were able to leave the ground. But like Vlinder her older sister Besra was grounded, unable to fly.

    It was her sister for who she was looking. Her mother had slowly started to accept that her baby girl wasn’t around every moment of the day and that had lifted some weight of Vlinder’s shoulders. When she wasn’t at the cobalt blue roan’s side she wouldn’t be confronted by those looks. Right now she wanted to see her blue haired sister. Maybe Besra would understand, maybe Besra would be able to comfort her in a way their mother couldn’t. She ponders if her sister would understand, after all, she was just like her, but different in some ways too.
    Vlinder
    Zeik x Felinae
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    #2
    i thought i lost you somewhere,
    but you were never really ever there at all.

      Unremarkable.

      Her steady, doe eyes watch the faltering child from a distance - the gentle breeze of a waning summer caressing her skin and ruffling her thick plumage, which she holds so carefully and diligently at her small, lithe frame. Her wings are glorious in comparison, she muses to herself, pausing to admire their brilliant alabaster shine beneath the bleak, warm afternoon sunshine. She reaches her long, elegant neck out, delicately preening and primping her thick feathers, adoring their pristine sheen. A gentle breath of air escapes her lungs with a long, drawn out sigh of contentment. She is unadulterated perfection.

      She flexes her long, spindly legs before fluttering forward, drifting along the hillside with unusual grace. A haughty air exudes from her pores as she saunters over, each step light as she embraces the warm caress of an approaching autumn. She knew naught what was in store, but the changes found in each season invigorated her, inspired her, entranced her. She savored each sprig of new foliage, the shifting, rolling clouds and their sporadic, at times torrential downpours and the varied temperature changes. There was nothing that was not beautiful yet about the world - aside, perhaps, from those that inhabited it.

      An imperious smirk tugs at the young golden child's soft lips, the very same mischief reaching the core of her deep hazel eyes as she observed the cobalt-painted girl standing before her; her mood obviously soured by self-loathing thoughts as her delicate brow furrowed and her complacency spoke through her poor posture. "Pathetic," She murmurs simply with a deep, saturated tone that was unnatural for a girl of her age - but she spent much of her time mimicking others, and her own mother's sickly singsong tone annoyed her to no end. She refused to sound the same way. "can you even fly with those things? Hold your head upright; your back must be straight. Quit dragging."

      Her tone spoke volumes that her scathing words had not (yet). What is wrong with you?




    Ellyse

    bone-bending winged daughter           of speck and elysium.

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    #3
    Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
    Her shrill voice echoes over the Gates’ plains, calling for her blue painted sister, as she cannot seem to find her. That isn’t not too unsurprising though, just like their father Besra had been set out to follow her own path, instead of staying at her mother’s side in the Gates. She was not to blame, as the young woman had seen the changes the light kingdom had gone through. Vlinder hasn’t, Gates was home and it was the only home she knew. It was the place her mother was, the place she was safe.

    Well, that wasn’t not entirely true either. As she notices Ellyse the black roan girl instantly flinches, eyes cast down and head dropped closer to the ground. She doesn’t dare to look at the golden girl, afraid to see her shine, where she herself couldn’t. And she cannot help but to feel like she doesn’t even have the right to look at this other girl, and thus allowing Ellyse to outshine her.

    Her muscles tense more and with even more effort than before Vlinder tries to keep her wings folded at her side, and although it doesn’t come her entirely natural, she manages to do so. Her blue wings are neatly tucked now, but she can already feel her muscles start acidifying. Like they always do after some time. Slowly – still not really sure if she was ready to face the golden girl – Vlinder lifts her head, her eyes not yet meeting Ellyse’s. As she takes a deep breath she tries to follow the girl’s instructions, straightening her back and taking the pose the other asks of her.

    She wasn’t sure why she would follow this girls words, but it were the first clear directions she had ever had. Although both her parents could fly, they couldn’t in this form, and that made things entirely different. Nibbling her lower lip in insecurity Vlinder finally lifts her eyes to meet the other girl’s gaze. ”I.. I don’t know how to..” she finally answers, admitting the harsh truth with a soft voice.
    Vlinder
    Zeik x Felinae



    OOC: I imagine her with normal looking wings. So they are just neat and normally feathered, she just lacks strenght in her muscles to actually fly.. I pictured it like that Tongue. Normal looking, but defected anyway. But Ellyse could tear some feathers out in het taunting? XD they will grow back eventually, but it would be an option haha. Poor vlinder <3
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