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I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Ledger - 06-13-2017 Bound for trouble from the start
The gates of Heaven. They always beckon him home. And he would answer the call, eventually. Where else could he possibly go? However there was one other stop along the way. He doesn’t know why, he never knows why. Like a moth to a flame. The Heavens burn but the Meadow was like a lighthouse, calling him to safely land and gather himself. His lanky golden body moved slowly towards the familiar open grounds. A land full of haunted memories. One of a girl made of glass. The other of a painful reunion which still burns him with shame. Shame of his cowardice. Ledger RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Jah-Lilah - 06-14-2017
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood, when blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud. The red mare loved her dreams. A mix of memory and fantasy, topped off by the various plants and shrooms she's known to seek out, sometimes it was hard for her to tell was she asleep or not. Today in the waning sun Jah-Lilah was cat napping, dreaming of an ash-brindle mare she came across wandering the plains long ago. She was barely two then, and the mare was a unicorn. It had been the first time she'd seen one outside of her homeland, and she was instantly enchanted. What is it about little girls and unicorns? Jah-Lilah approached the cloudy mare, she couldn't believe she had came upon one sleeping so soundly in the middle of the day! She was eager to ask the thousands of questions she had for the outland unicorn. She nudged her gently and instantly Jah-Lilah recoiled and pinned her ears. Ewwww, that smell! Can't you smell that smell? The smell of death surrounds you...Jah-Lilah snaps out from her musical nightmare with a shudder. Gotta take the bad with the good when it come to expanding your mind, I suppose. She extends her neck and stretches out like a dog, groaning. That's much better. She blinks her eyes lazily and shakes all over, looking around. Her eyes rest longer than normal on a lanky honeybee palomino stally. She instantly took notice. He was tall, much taller than her, but well put together. She perked her ears and made her way casually towards him. The feathers knotted in her mane beat against her neck gently, whispering to her, go see him. She was drawn to his story, he didn't have to say a word, it was written all over him. His body was badly scarred, but clearly so were his insides. His eye reminded her of a bird of prey, constantly evaluating, constantly searching. She loved it, she wants to know what he's about. Jah-Lilah herself is a storyteller, a singer. Other's stories interest her just as much, if not more. Anything and anyone out of the normal, she's all over that shit, bruh. She nickers a friendly greeting to him, bobbing her head on approach. I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." someday, we will foresee obstacles RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Ledger - 06-14-2017 Bound for trouble from the start He never dreams. When he does fall asleep, dreading the moment his eyelids close against his will, the nightmares ravage his mind and tear him apart. It had always been so and while now he was use to them coming… It didn’t make it any easier. So he barely slept which only added to the sunken features of his face. There was the potential to be handsome despite the missing eye and the scars, his grittiness apparently made him all the more appealing. There is something about a man that needs to be fixed that made them flock to him. They tried, they tried so hard. He could never be fixed. The other part of fate he had reluctantly accepted. There was no point in even trying. Ledger RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Jah-Lilah - 06-15-2017 If I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, of that I give my word. A heaviness hangs all around him like a curtain, but Jah-Lilah does not recoil. She sees his scars, his missing eye, the gaunt frame, and takes it in accordingly. Clearly he's been through the ringer more than once. The universe requires balance, but sometimes it's hard to see the give and take. The silence between them is deafening, but comfortable. Some feel the need to fill the air with words at all times, but Jah-Lilah learned long ago to enjoy her own company just as much as others. My little fireball is a wanderer. It's hard for her to be still anywhere, and she likes being nomadic. Solo-Dolo. The birds are free, the river is free, the wind is free. She feels more kindred to these things than so many creatures kept in chains, literally or metaphorically. A tiger in captivity is still just a cat in a cage. She looks at him sideways and presumes he knows more about bondage than his fair share. Her ears swivel towards him as he opens is mouth to shatter the quiet, his voice throaty and deep. She tilts her head, contemplating his words, then follows his gaze before speaking absently, "It's all in the mind, you know. Right and wrong, dark and light. Perception is everything, Three-Scars..." Her voice is soft, barely making a ripple in the air. In a world off steel-eyed death and men fighting to be warm, "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." someday, we will foresee obstacles RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Ledger - 06-21-2017 Bound for trouble from the start Is this a new ghost sent to haunt him? A new trial for him to face? How much more did he need to overcome? Did the gods really want his death that badly? She speaks in riddles and his bewilderment expands. It takes him a moment to register the name she bestows upon him, it’s actually quite funny. Three scars. Sounds formidable which he of course is not, not in this form at least. He could almost laugh. Almost. Ledger RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Jah-Lilah - 06-23-2017 Tie me to a post and block my ears, I see widows and orphans through my tears... This strange straw-hued boy is shook. Jah-Lilah can see and feel it all over. It's heavy in the air, the sense of bewilderment his aura puts off. She follows his gaze, not having the answers he seeks. She is new to this place, only knows what she's heard in songs and stories. She is a blank slate, discovering this place same as him, only this is her first time. She speaks softly to him, her voice soothing. "Gone, Three-Scars. Everything is gone. Pangea crumbled into the void, and there is a rift in the land now. Everything is separated. Apartheid. They hunger for power, and a great darkness is rising. It will consume the day, if allowed. She leans forward, switching the weight on her heels. The wind brings the different scents of the equine all around, but they are ignored. Jah-Lilah doesn't look at the tall stallion, but just listens to him. ...I know my call despite my faults, and despite my growing fears. someday, we will foresee obstacles RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Ledger - 06-25-2017 Bound for trouble from the start
Despite the soothing tone of her voice, he feels the panic rising from his chest. Bile stinging the back of his throat. Gone…. It was all gone. Worse was her singsong mention of darkness. He had his fill of darkness and terror. He wanted no more of it, had never wanted it. Just peace and quiet. That was what he longed for and what was always out of reach. ”What do you mean it’s gone? How?” He asks her desperately. His desperation is laid bare, glimmering in the gold flecks of his dark eye. It doesn’t matter, she’s not looking at him anyways. Ledger RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Any] - Jah-Lilah - 06-28-2017 Once there was a way to get back homeward... She feels a pang of sorrow in her chest, pity rising up for this broken man. Her face stays solemn as she speaks, finding no joy in his pain. "The makers of this realm, they wiped everything. Your people, all people, were ungrateful. Took the gifts of the Faeries for granted. They cast Pangea into the void, and snatched back all the treasures they bestowed upon you. You'll find your magick is gone, Three-Scars." She turns to him and the anguish on his face is plain as day. She sighs, softening her expression. She moves closer to him, without actually touching him. Her feathers dance in the wind, tapping lightly against her neck and his. "Yes. I've dreamed it. A dark demon, who flies through the land, angry and merciless. He dances with a white wolf, eyes red as blood. The wolf beckons him, calls him forth. The wolf is hungry." She is quiet a moment, then swishes her tail nonchalantly. "Follow your feet. Stop worrying. They will take you where you need to be. You will find a place to go." She doesn't know what else to say. My star-child has never been concerned about the things they fear here. The universe requires balance, and the Earth-Mother has always taken care of everything she needed. She can't relate to him, but she can be here. And so she stands noiselessly, shoulder to scarred shoulder with him, trying to take some of his confusion from him. ...Once there was a way to get back home. someday, we will foresee obstacles |