It had been many moons since the slick black mare had been within the boundaries of Beqanna. It had been to much being the mother-like sister to poor Kalamity, and the pressure of being a good mother for Godric when she herself had no idea what that was (only what it wasn't). She was there for her sister as she setting in the jungle, she was there for Godric, but she left after that. She needed away she needed space, quiet, to be devastatingly alone. So she fled to the out-lands, to beyond where the silence was deafening but glorious, and devastatingly alone was just perfection. She had missed the raids of the desserts that angered the fae, she had missed the reckoning that had torn Beqanna apart before putting it together anew, forever changed. Somewhere she had missed her mother's return from, well who cares where. Her wicked Mother, who had scorned her from things she had no control over. Tossed her aside as she was too plain, too simple for the gift loving mare. The way she cooed over everything Khaos did still boiled the blood within her veins. None of it really mattered now. Oswyn had thrown herself on the sand at the Beach. She had foregone life as to attempt entrance into whatever realm she thought her precious Khaos existed in.
The outlands have a away of spitting you out when you need it, even if you didn't think you were ready, they knew when you needed to go back. Kataclysm was no exception to the rule, and she had found herself back within Beqanna before she realized where she had wandered. At first she wish only to return, but she knew better, at walked further in. It was then the black mare realized her star no longer glowed, and that something was terribly wrong as a large mountain had grown from the flattest of lands. A rushed conversation gave her the information she needed before she made her way onward. Funny how she could feel in her bones that her mother had passed but hadn't a clue what had happened to the land itself. The black mare had been to the beach, and looked out onto the water and cursed her mother for her obvious disdain. She had screamed all the things she never told her, all the dreams and wishes that never were because of her until her voice gave out. There was no reply, how could there be? Simply impossible, she was not a ghost-shifter and she was alone along the sandy coast. Silence surrounded her save for the waves and the occasional call from a seagull. She waited for far to long in a silent internal battle, in until she cried out one final time before tears fell down her face. So many years ago she had bottled up her feelings and emotions. So long ago she had put on a brave face because she had to. It had been so long she had all but forgotten the hurt and anger... well not the anger but the hurt for sure. She had convinced herself long ago that it was just sad and disappointing, but the screams-turned -sobs proved otherwise. She stood on that beach until there was nothing left the tears had turned from vocal cries to silent steams, until even those dried away from her cheeks as the wind whipped her forelock from her eyes. It wasn't until then that she simply closed her eyes, turned and left.
Kataclysm had ventured toward the place where the jungle had been, for no reason other than it was where her sister had been, no other reason than it was familiar. She had never really felt that she was home there, even if she had been tattooed by the spirit (which had vanished long ago). But even the jungle had been changed with the passage of time as it was gone. replaced with the unknown. So she moved out ad away. Learning the new land that was also her childhood home-- it was an odd sensation. She didn't rush, just took in that she could before she grew bored with her self guided tour. The spring was a good time visit the rolling fields, so she ventured there and luckily found it bustling like usual. A smile fell upon her lips at the sight, sounds, and smells of something so familiar. She felt lighter having left the beach... but only an actual interaction would tell if it would be enough to change her personality. She still felt bold, undeterred by the whims of others, but who knew if the snarky prickly sarcasm would still be there. She waltzed in the open and simply waited, she always thought she was worth a pursuit.
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.