03-24-2019, 05:51 PM
Jah-Lilah
if you don’t love me now, then you’ll never love me again
Rock on, ancient queen, follow those who pale in your shadow.
The woman had woke with a start, alert and aloof although it hadn’t even reached midnight yet. Another fever dream, another memory of the vagabond pegasus to haunt her in the blackness of Beqanna. The mare had moved on from him in every way she could think of, until finally it hit her like a ton of bricks. The epiphany had come easily, and it was this intense need to at last be free of his chains that caused her to shake the sleep from her pregnant frame and go on a journey.
It was nearly identical to the path that brought her here, the road that she traveled, with a few shortcuts and detours scattered along the way. The wytch needed the ocean, required the bare moonlight, unhindered on it’s way to the earth by forests or mountains. The river’s end where it spilled out into the vast, restless sea would be the ideal location for her ceremony. Plus one never disposes of the remains of any negative or breaking spell in one’s own yard. The pilgrimage would take her two or three days in her current state, but that was fine. After all, she was pregnant, not crippled or made of glass. She knew her consort would notice her absence, but doubt he would worry. He knew her intimately enough to know this was just a side effect of her roving spirit, but she belonged to him. Plus she had no interest in disguising her scent, if he wanted to follow he was and always would be more than welcome.
The Earth-Mother only knows what I’d be without you.
The mare had paused at his wisteria plant prior to her departure, rubbing her copper body all the way around the great landmark. The bark and her pelt now reeked of one another, a fair exchange. She had nodded in satisfaction, this was her equivalent of leaving him a note, and she rested a bit easier knowing there was no way he’d be unable to locate her now, if he so desired to seek her out.
Along her way south, she had collected remnants of her old life with the Wind, momentos she no longer wanted to keep close. Cat-tail reeds from a pond they would frequent to bathe, tall stalks of golden oats that grew wild in the Meadow, it had always been his favorite afternoon snack, a feather from a gull she found trailing her down the brook. The feather had given her a bit of trouble to catch, it floated on the water’s surface, narrowly avoiding her capture. When she grew tired and frustrated with the game of her own creation, she cornered it and added it to her collection.
One with the earth, with the sky, one with everything in life.
At last she reaches the shore, and standing on the edge of the world, she loses herself for a moment watching the river flow into the sea. Taking in the forward moving energy it emits, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply. What she knows she must do will not be easy nor painless, but it is necessary, and she is aware she’ll feel lighter upon it’s completion. Her electric ability awakens now, sending a refreshing jolt through her body. Her ability seems ready to perform as well, and she smiles. The mare just needed this conviction of the heart to push her here, and she has it now. The bizarre and subliminal urge to hold onto the past has left her, and she knew it would be only a matter of time until this day came. How delightful to at last have the will to fight for her own freedom from this man’s chains.
Narrowing her eyes, she recalls all the negativity, all the loneliness she experienced while with him. Gathering kindling, she thumbs through her mental database, seeking the incantation she needs on this night. The full moon will come to her tomorrow, and she will be ready for it. Ready to rid herself of him. Unaware if anyone has followed her, she wouldn’t care if they did. The more soul pressure, the better. When she is satisfied with her take for the night, she beds down, eagerly awaiting the following day and night, so she may commence with her ritual.
Pale shadow of a woman, black widow shadow, she’s a dragon, the gold-dust woman.
The woman had woke with a start, alert and aloof although it hadn’t even reached midnight yet. Another fever dream, another memory of the vagabond pegasus to haunt her in the blackness of Beqanna. The mare had moved on from him in every way she could think of, until finally it hit her like a ton of bricks. The epiphany had come easily, and it was this intense need to at last be free of his chains that caused her to shake the sleep from her pregnant frame and go on a journey.
It was nearly identical to the path that brought her here, the road that she traveled, with a few shortcuts and detours scattered along the way. The wytch needed the ocean, required the bare moonlight, unhindered on it’s way to the earth by forests or mountains. The river’s end where it spilled out into the vast, restless sea would be the ideal location for her ceremony. Plus one never disposes of the remains of any negative or breaking spell in one’s own yard. The pilgrimage would take her two or three days in her current state, but that was fine. After all, she was pregnant, not crippled or made of glass. She knew her consort would notice her absence, but doubt he would worry. He knew her intimately enough to know this was just a side effect of her roving spirit, but she belonged to him. Plus she had no interest in disguising her scent, if he wanted to follow he was and always would be more than welcome.
The Earth-Mother only knows what I’d be without you.
The mare had paused at his wisteria plant prior to her departure, rubbing her copper body all the way around the great landmark. The bark and her pelt now reeked of one another, a fair exchange. She had nodded in satisfaction, this was her equivalent of leaving him a note, and she rested a bit easier knowing there was no way he’d be unable to locate her now, if he so desired to seek her out.
Along her way south, she had collected remnants of her old life with the Wind, momentos she no longer wanted to keep close. Cat-tail reeds from a pond they would frequent to bathe, tall stalks of golden oats that grew wild in the Meadow, it had always been his favorite afternoon snack, a feather from a gull she found trailing her down the brook. The feather had given her a bit of trouble to catch, it floated on the water’s surface, narrowly avoiding her capture. When she grew tired and frustrated with the game of her own creation, she cornered it and added it to her collection.
One with the earth, with the sky, one with everything in life.
At last she reaches the shore, and standing on the edge of the world, she loses herself for a moment watching the river flow into the sea. Taking in the forward moving energy it emits, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply. What she knows she must do will not be easy nor painless, but it is necessary, and she is aware she’ll feel lighter upon it’s completion. Her electric ability awakens now, sending a refreshing jolt through her body. Her ability seems ready to perform as well, and she smiles. The mare just needed this conviction of the heart to push her here, and she has it now. The bizarre and subliminal urge to hold onto the past has left her, and she knew it would be only a matter of time until this day came. How delightful to at last have the will to fight for her own freedom from this man’s chains.
Narrowing her eyes, she recalls all the negativity, all the loneliness she experienced while with him. Gathering kindling, she thumbs through her mental database, seeking the incantation she needs on this night. The full moon will come to her tomorrow, and she will be ready for it. Ready to rid herself of him. Unaware if anyone has followed her, she wouldn’t care if they did. The more soul pressure, the better. When she is satisfied with her take for the night, she beds down, eagerly awaiting the following day and night, so she may commence with her ritual.
Pale shadow of a woman, black widow shadow, she’s a dragon, the gold-dust woman.
you can still hear me saying you will never break the chain