04-03-2019, 09:55 PM
Jah-Lilah
listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
It’s over, give me my heart back, you can keep the headaches, just give me all of me back.
For years she had tried to forget him. The crimson wytch had been disguising and denying her emotions minute after minute, hour after hour. Hours turned into days, then weeks, then months. Then years. She hadn’t had the strength or mental fortitude until now to truly liberate herself of him, and perhaps that was because she hadn’t wanted to, not until now. Perhaps there had been some sliver of hope deep inside of her that she was clinging to, hoping he’d return, hoping they could have the family she’d been promised. That part of her was dead now.
Countless nights when sleep had evaded her, her only comfort her tears and her daughter, she had waited for him. He never came. Then she started to see that she wept not for him, but for the beautiful life she had envisioned for them and their progeny. She was better off without him, for in all actuality he didn’t deserve her, nor her water-bending lover Circinae. He would go where the wind blew him, making eyes at several other creatures when he thought she didn’t notice. So many red flags ignored while wearing the rose-tinted glasses love provided.
It was a blessing and a curse, being an empath and experiencing every emotion so passionately. The narcissists always knew how to find her, but she’d always been able to spot them and beat them at their own game. He was the king of kings though, and she had to give credit where credit was due. Now the wool is pulled back though, and all has been made clear. No longer will she be crushed by the weight of his ever-famished ego, his time here is done.
The pain in her still broken heart seeps steadily from her eyes in the form of tears, and although her Dragon-King had begun to mend what had been destroyed, still she grieved. Not one, but two parts of her triangle gone now, she was all that was left. The fiery woman would not give up so easily, and she couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to realize that the soul-tie between them had never been severed. The wytch was here tonight on this beach to split the knot that binds them together, so she may truly give herself wholly to her new partner. If she hadn’t been so deep in her furious but necessary brooding, she probably would have taken note of the light hoofbeats approaching in the darkness. When the filly appears on her radar, she snaps Jah-Lilah from her reminiscing.
Blinking several times, she tilts her head and flares her nostrils, inhaling intensely. When the girl’s odor reaches her olfactory glands, her brain receives a plethora of information, and as she sorts through it, it is a welcome distraction from her previous musings. Visually, the timid filly is stunning. Her pale coat is a unique color, not quite roan but far from solid, accented with a lovely sable mane and tail. The creature is dainty, but whatever blend of genes she has has blessed her with a thick, lush mane and tail. The mare is young, but only on the outside. The aura surrounding her beams with the healthy glow of immortality though she’s been tainted with whatever blight had invaded Beqanna in Jah-Lilah’s absence. It is a pity, but doesn’t appear to dim the girl’s life force. What good fortune.
But it is not her pelt nor her immortality that captivates the soothsayer as the other mare stands vulnerable in the sands before her. No, it is the shadowy but tangible wings that sprout perfectly from the filly’s shoulders. The singer has never seen such appendages on an equine before! Trance finally broken when she speaks, her voice is shy but wavers not. She sounds like the wind when it breezes through the leaves, although it is not strong, still it moves the branches. My flower-child takes delight in her immediately.
Breaking into a toothy grin, she bobs her dome and whickers softly. The call she emits is not unlike the one she has used countless times when beckoning for her own progeny. It is the signal a mother uses when her babe is lost, or when they are straying too far. It is an invitation to come home, to the warmth and security only found in the embrace and the bosom of love. And love is one thing Jah-Lilah has in spades. When the little mare asks if she may join the conjurer at the fireside, the woman gladly obliges.
”Yes, come. You reek of old magic but have the fresh soul of youth. There is power in numbers, and any who wish to break ties will find this fire to their liking.” Always speaking in riddles, Jah-Lilah grunts and rises to her feet, anxious to know this being better. She knows not why the Earth-Mother sent this little thing to her this evening, just in time for such an intense ceremony, but the company is more than welcome.
”What brings you to my fire this evening child?” She asks as she shakes sand from her hide and steps closer, reaching to caress the pale crest of the girl. Invading her space, she allows her dark lips to mouth at the base of the sable mane, forgetting not all are as touchy-feely as she.
You don’t have to lie no more, we’re not seeing eye to eye no more.
For years she had tried to forget him. The crimson wytch had been disguising and denying her emotions minute after minute, hour after hour. Hours turned into days, then weeks, then months. Then years. She hadn’t had the strength or mental fortitude until now to truly liberate herself of him, and perhaps that was because she hadn’t wanted to, not until now. Perhaps there had been some sliver of hope deep inside of her that she was clinging to, hoping he’d return, hoping they could have the family she’d been promised. That part of her was dead now.
Countless nights when sleep had evaded her, her only comfort her tears and her daughter, she had waited for him. He never came. Then she started to see that she wept not for him, but for the beautiful life she had envisioned for them and their progeny. She was better off without him, for in all actuality he didn’t deserve her, nor her water-bending lover Circinae. He would go where the wind blew him, making eyes at several other creatures when he thought she didn’t notice. So many red flags ignored while wearing the rose-tinted glasses love provided.
It was a blessing and a curse, being an empath and experiencing every emotion so passionately. The narcissists always knew how to find her, but she’d always been able to spot them and beat them at their own game. He was the king of kings though, and she had to give credit where credit was due. Now the wool is pulled back though, and all has been made clear. No longer will she be crushed by the weight of his ever-famished ego, his time here is done.
The pain in her still broken heart seeps steadily from her eyes in the form of tears, and although her Dragon-King had begun to mend what had been destroyed, still she grieved. Not one, but two parts of her triangle gone now, she was all that was left. The fiery woman would not give up so easily, and she couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to realize that the soul-tie between them had never been severed. The wytch was here tonight on this beach to split the knot that binds them together, so she may truly give herself wholly to her new partner. If she hadn’t been so deep in her furious but necessary brooding, she probably would have taken note of the light hoofbeats approaching in the darkness. When the filly appears on her radar, she snaps Jah-Lilah from her reminiscing.
Blinking several times, she tilts her head and flares her nostrils, inhaling intensely. When the girl’s odor reaches her olfactory glands, her brain receives a plethora of information, and as she sorts through it, it is a welcome distraction from her previous musings. Visually, the timid filly is stunning. Her pale coat is a unique color, not quite roan but far from solid, accented with a lovely sable mane and tail. The creature is dainty, but whatever blend of genes she has has blessed her with a thick, lush mane and tail. The mare is young, but only on the outside. The aura surrounding her beams with the healthy glow of immortality though she’s been tainted with whatever blight had invaded Beqanna in Jah-Lilah’s absence. It is a pity, but doesn’t appear to dim the girl’s life force. What good fortune.
But it is not her pelt nor her immortality that captivates the soothsayer as the other mare stands vulnerable in the sands before her. No, it is the shadowy but tangible wings that sprout perfectly from the filly’s shoulders. The singer has never seen such appendages on an equine before! Trance finally broken when she speaks, her voice is shy but wavers not. She sounds like the wind when it breezes through the leaves, although it is not strong, still it moves the branches. My flower-child takes delight in her immediately.
Breaking into a toothy grin, she bobs her dome and whickers softly. The call she emits is not unlike the one she has used countless times when beckoning for her own progeny. It is the signal a mother uses when her babe is lost, or when they are straying too far. It is an invitation to come home, to the warmth and security only found in the embrace and the bosom of love. And love is one thing Jah-Lilah has in spades. When the little mare asks if she may join the conjurer at the fireside, the woman gladly obliges.
”Yes, come. You reek of old magic but have the fresh soul of youth. There is power in numbers, and any who wish to break ties will find this fire to their liking.” Always speaking in riddles, Jah-Lilah grunts and rises to her feet, anxious to know this being better. She knows not why the Earth-Mother sent this little thing to her this evening, just in time for such an intense ceremony, but the company is more than welcome.
”What brings you to my fire this evening child?” She asks as she shakes sand from her hide and steps closer, reaching to caress the pale crest of the girl. Invading her space, she allows her dark lips to mouth at the base of the sable mane, forgetting not all are as touchy-feely as she.
You don’t have to lie no more, we’re not seeing eye to eye no more.
break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light
@[Pond] Hope it's ok!