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Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone - Ryatah - 07-04-2017 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." If ever there had been bitterness harbored in her heart it didn’t show. The edges of her lips always seemed to hold the ghost of a smile, and while there may be melancholy hidden in the shadows of her soul there was certainly no anger. She had every reason to be; she was riddled with scars, some that could be seen and some that remained internal. The black, jagged crack across the top of her head that for the most part remained hidden by her white forelock was a constant reminder of when her own daughter had turned on her – the first time that she had tasted death. The scarred sockets that had once held eyes sat like gaping, depthless holes, and she can hardly remember what it had been like to see, having been surrounded by darkness for so long. The scars across her heart were deeper and more confusing, and sometimes she can’t remember who left which ones. And yet that heart beats nonetheless, pulsing on its own just as easily as it always had, and often she does not notice the dull ache that sometimes fills her chest. The white mare steps into the meadow, the path so familiar beneath her feet that she does not even need eyes to know where it leads. So much of Beqanna has changed, yet there were small parts of it that remained the same. It takes her directly to the lone oak that she often stood beneath, and she can hear the way the naked branches click against each other. The air is incredibly cold, her skin drawing tightly over her slightly too-thin frame, ignoring the shiver that runs up her spine. A slender shoulder leans against the broad trunk of the tree, her delicate ears flicking back and forth as she catches bits and pieces of conversation. Rarely did she venture into the heart of the meadow anymore, but instead often stood here, simply listening. Most did not notice the ghostly white mare that stood alone on the hill. RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt I apologize, it's semi-recycled. RE: Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone - Dalten - 07-04-2017 DALTEN maybe there's a shark in the water RE: Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone - Ryatah - 07-04-2017 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." She had become a loner, which was incredibly peculiar for her. It was by choice, but that didn't mean that her crumpled heart didn't skip a beat in delight at the idea of company. It was a stranger, as they all were by now. The porcelain-white lady cannot recall the last time she encountered anyone familiar. Every lover, friend, and enemy had long since disappeared, either into dust or into thin air. The sound of his voice brings a smile to her face, and even though there was something melancholy always lingering in the lines of her face there was still a warmth that radiated. "Of course you may,"she says, the once lilting sing-song of her voice sounding a little bit more worn, like it had either been spoken too many times or not enough. "I don't own the tree, as much as I may pretend to." There is a laugh hidden in her words, in the way it causes the syllables to roll from her tongue. She takes a step in his direction, and is about to reach forward, as it was often her way to greet everyone like they were an old friend, but something in the tension in his body causes her to stop. She shakes the forelock from her face, scattering it across the hollowed-out sockets as she drops her head, offering softly, "I'm Ryatah." RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt RE: Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone - Dalten - 07-06-2017 DALTEN maybe there's a shark in the water Blah. Weak post. I promise the next will be better! RE: Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone - Ryatah - 07-09-2017 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." If she notices his discomfort, she does not acknowledge it. Typically she assumes that any sort of disdain in her direction was her lack of eyes. A long time ago, long before the recent tribulations, her story never had to be told. The harrowing events that that had taken place between the Forsaken Valley and the Forbidden Dale had traveled upon the winds of Beqanna, causing every kingdom to grow tense with the worry that Carnage would be coming for them as well. Anyone that she met in the meadow greeted her with pity – she was the sorry soul that lost her eyes in exchange for her kingdom’s freedom. But so much time had passed since that day, (and while sometimes the event plays in her mind, the last thing she ever saw in this world being Carnage’s teeth lunging at her face, followed by the warmth of blood spilling down her face), that it seemed like another life, another world. In this lifetime, she had always been blind. In this lifetime, she was just another ghost hovering in the mist. In this lifetime, she was just another story, forgotten. But something in his rigid demeanor seems sorrowful, an emotion she knew all too well. In her experience, everyone was a little bit broken. Some pretended not to be, masking it with pride and anger. Ryatah had always worn her heart on her sleeve so to speak, but for the last several years she had been nothing but a shell. She simply existed. The heartbreaks of her past were so far away that it seemed futile to mourn them anymore. Lovers were gone. Friends were gone. Children were gone. Somehow she remained, and whether that was a gift or a punishment she hadn’t decided yet. He asks of kingdoms, and an almost wistful sigh whispers past her satin lips. ”Not for a long time,” and for a moment her voice trails off, her mind thinking back to a different time, a different place. She isn’t sure how old the stallion is, and she’s not even sure if she would know the names she spoke of. ”I lived in the Forsaken Valley when I first came here, a long time ago, and I was once a Queen of the Forbidden Dale. I have not called a kingdom home since.” Her delicate withers ripple in some sort of shrug, his question making her realize she didn’t even know what kingdoms existed anymore. ”And you? Do you call the common lands home?” RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt No worries! I have limited opportunities to post, so whenever I do they're typically rushed :/ |