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now we're coming for the throne - yadigar - 11-30-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. He stands on the edge of a crumbling Pangean cliff and he wonders if he would actually die if he dove right off it. The sound of bones snapping like dry branches plays on repeat within his mind. His leathery wings spread and with a single flap, he is airborne. A second flap begins his ascent as he decides to leave his homeland for the day instead of teasing himself with the idea of death. The burn wounds across his face are healing, albeit slowly. The scab itches and he can tell it’s nearly ready to slough away and reveal fresh scar tissue to match the other missing eye. As his wings skim across the tops of fat white clouds, he pulls his talons up against his body to make the wind glide smoother over him. He misses the way the wind still managed to make his blind eye cry all those involuntary tears, if he’s being honest. It was the only thing that made him cry at all, anymore. With all these troublesome thoughts rattling around in his head, he almost forgets that he had a destination in mind until he sees the river snaking over the land beneath him. Yadigar tucks his wings and tips his head down to begin a sharp descent. (From this height, certainly, he would not survive.) He extends his legs and spreads his talons while his wings suddenly spring open and give one, two flaps to steady his landing. The ground meets him with a heavy thud. The river mud forms a perfect imprint of his claws once he moves on. His spiked tail swings lazily behind him as he eases into the river current, a hissing breath catching between his teeth at the cold waters. He will gradually acclimate to this chill, he knows, so he continues on until the current runs across his back. Then he sighs and enjoys the summer sun across his scaled face. RE: now we're coming for the throne - Rapture - 12-04-2020 She is a ghost drifting along the Tephran shores. Or nearly so, betrayed only be the footprints she leaves behind. But even those vanish quickly, washed away by wind and water. The path had become almost familiar, even as hope turned ashen on her tongue day after day. Make me a promise that time won't erase us That we were not lost from the start Rapture @[yadigar] RE: now we're coming for the throne - yadigar - 12-18-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. He wonders if fish mind the cold of the river or if they enjoy it the way he basks in the desert’s heat. Their little outlines go slipping past his legs and he watches them with mild interest. Maybe they have no concept of temperature at all, the way trees simply survive and care for little else. It seems that he has become much like them as well. Neither despair nor triumph do anything for his mood, anymore. Yadigar turns his head at the sound of someone else speaking nearby. His thoughts scatter to whatever corner of his mind they call home as his body slowly spins to face her better. He lets his wings bob and float with the river current at his sides as he studies the outline of her warmth. She is a stranger, it seems, meaning he is not inclined to behave in any particular way. But why she apologizes is a mystery to him, he thinks. “You haven’t intruded,” he says simply, following with a light shrug of his broad shoulders that sends his wings bobbing up over the water’s surface. “Unless you intend to occupy the entire river. That would be a problem, I suppose.” He jests and yet he forgets to follow it up with a smile and a laugh. Bit by bit, his personality is decaying into something dull and flat. All those little mannerisms fall to the wayside the more he tries to force them into a conversation, it seems. “My name is Yadigar. What’s yours?” he asks, and he manages to offer up a half smile this time. RE: now we're coming for the throne - Rapture - 01-08-2021 Sometimes she wonders if her lips have forgotten how to form a smile. It feels as though an eternity has passed since last she wore one. He is kind, but even the friendly words wrapping his humor cannot drag the corners of her lips upwards. Only the softness of her blue eyes betray she had understood his attempt to set her at ease. And though she could not hope to voice as much, she appreciated it. Make me a promise that time won't erase us That we were not lost from the start Rapture @[yadigar] |