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leave them in the wreckage - Mazikeen - 04-07-2021 Mazikeen @[Wishbone] <3 RE: leave them in the wreckage - Wishbone - 04-12-2021 it's a mystery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed. The sun had returned, and all of Beqanna had sighed in relief. Wishbone had spent the first few days of sunlight at the place where Svedka had disappeared with the sun. The earth had stitched itself back together in the year since it had split open, leaving no evidence that it had even swallowed a cloud-and-sky stallion. Yet the memory is a bright flare in Wishbone’s mind, and her feet find the smooth soil within moments of the sun’s arrival. Her brother doesn’t arrive with the sun (at least, he doesn’t come from the same place he was sucked into). Svedka’s absence had penetrated Wishbone in the days of darkness, but his continued disappearance leaves an inseparable ache. The pangare knows that life gives and takes; she understands that Death’s lust for them is a consequence of their adventurous, kindred souls. Anger nestles alongside her heartache, and when she finally leaves the clearing, Wishbone feels heat grow under her skin. She wants to scream, to shred the native plants from their roots, to sprout wings and fly so high that she can plummet. The monsters had scattered when the shadows finally returned to the rightful places, yet Wishbone craves the opportunity to pulverize one. The purple pangare storms along the border, attempting to channel her tension into a productive task. The patrol only barely curbs her rage — turning it from thoughtless blindness into rational anger (an emotion that she had lived with for years, pacing the Afterlife’s threshold). While her ears prick forward at the sight of Mazikeen among the jungle, even still, Wishbone must bite her tongue against her temper. The sun’s light glows in the amber of her eyes, and perhaps her heightened emotions make this light burn even brighter as she effortlessly moves through the undergrowth. “I’m missing those damned monsters right about now.” She had thought she could count on Svedka’s return with the sun, but Wishbone is beginning to realize that expectations mean shit to Beqanna. Her attempt at saving their world had been shot down, her daughters have been lost to the whim of time, she keeps fucking changing bodies, and her brother can’t even come home. Wishbone mentally makes a note to find Ivar so she can kick him right in the face. @[Mazikeen] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Mazikeen - 04-13-2021 Mazikeen @[Wishbone] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Wishbone - 05-05-2021 it's a mystery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed. The beginning of a deep friendship had blossomed in the darkness of Beqanna’s Forest. It is still unfolding before them now, but it started with two mares dressed in white, black, and gold. Perhaps the monster had known what it was getting into, playing tricks on Wishbone and Mazikeen. Or maybe it didn’t realize just how far its effect would reach, stretching into the days where light returns and those two fierce mares find each other again. It seems that fighting and killing a monster (and being reformed into an entirely new body) is an event that can successfully bring friendships together. And if Wishbone weren’t so furious at the world, she might’ve matched Mazikeen’s smile with her own. Beyond the anger, the purple mare is grateful to see her friend. She is especially thankful Mazikeen made it through the rest of the darkness, although she didn’t have any doubts that she would have suffered. Their initial encounter together had spoken volumes, and Wishbone had learned that her pale friend could hold her own among the shadows. Despite the glow of practiced rage in the purple mare’s eyes, amusement flutters across her face when Mazikeen shifts into a panther. On most days, Wishbone is willing to discuss the trials of her life with an optimistic flare. Today, she feels neither willing nor optimistic; she wants to mutilate something to satisfy her anger, and she wants to truly feel the rage that runs through her body and consumes her mind instead of pushing it away. It seems Mazikeen knows precisely what her friend needs. Apparently, they both know how to deal with negative emotions in entirely healthy ways. “Oh, I’m fully prepared to take out my anger however I can,” she admits. The wrestling match soothes the majority of her anger, leaving Wishbone feeling satisfied for the time. The heat of her rage simmers below the surface, threatening to return once her Hyaline friend leaves. For now, the purple mare is content and grateful. Her chest is slick with sweat from their match, and her coat shimmers where the sun peeks through the trees. Wishbone’s glowing amber eyes find Mazikeen’s gaze, and she says with full sincerity, “Thank you, Maze. That’s exactly what I needed.” Her eyes move to trace her friend’s face, looking deeper for the emotions that might be found there. “I should have asked before… What brings you to Tephra?” @[Mazikeen] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Mazikeen - 05-06-2021 Mazikeen @[Wishbone] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Wishbone - 05-28-2021 it's a mystery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed. Wishbone can’t help but laugh at her friend’s comment, even when it’s directed toward her. Although this is only the second time they’ve met each other, the purple mare feels an unspoken familiarity pull them closer together. She wonders if it’s partially from her intense desire for companionship (but not in a romantic way, she’s had too many bad experiences to want something like that again), for someone to share her life with. Her childhood was spent surrounded by friends and family, and she had been deprived of all the things she loved in the Afterlife. It makes perfect sense that she would want to surround herself again, to fill the hole that’s created by the absence of her parents, the twins, Wolfbane, and those she’s loved before. Wishbone can’t say she loves Mazikeen, at least not yet. But she can say with certainty that her affection for her friend is growing quickly. “Well, apparently my body isn’t ready to die again, and especially not from a stick.” The Hyaline mare’s humor simmers her anger even further, and Wishbone feels herself settling into the exhaustion post-battle as if it were an old friend. Although Svedka hasn’t returned, he might one day; she convinces herself it’s okay to not think about him for a little while. “What did you need a distraction from? Kicking ass?” Her glowing eyes shine with amusement while she turns to guide them through the jungle. There’s a particular spot she’s thinking of, a branch of the river that flows just above an underground lava stream. It creates the perfect remedy for sore muscles, and though Wishbone’s muscles feel good now, she knows it would help to relax them more. @[Mazikeen] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Mazikeen - 06-01-2021 Mazikeen @[Wishbone] RE: leave them in the wreckage - Wishbone - 06-22-2021 Mazikeen’s announcement isn’t exactly what Wishbone was expecting, but she is happy for her friend. She’s noticed that the amorous feelings of Beqanna often end up one of two ways — desperately in love until the end of time, or lust barely disguised as love. She’s seen plenty of lone mothers in the spring with children attached at their hips, youngsters who might never know who their fathers are. And yet she’s seen powerful families, several in Tephra, that have a close bond that might never be separated. The purple mare nudges her friend softly with her dark nose, a smile brightening the edges of her lips. She’s about to congratulate Mazikeen when the mare continues, and doubt flickers across her face. Wishbone is certain she’d feel hesitant (dare she even say scared?) if she ever felt those powerful emotions again. Her feelings toward Wolfbane had certainly been heightened by the timing of maturity and newfound lust, but she truly had loved him. And there had been no doubt that he was her best friend, her closest friend, and that carried its own weight in love. Wishbone can’t remember feeling scared of those emotions then, but she knows she hadn’t fully understood them yet. To be honest, she still doesn’t fully understand them. And she knows that this in itself is scary, in its own exciting way. As they step into the warmed waters, Wishbone touches her friend’s shoulder again. “Tell me more, Maze. I’m listening.” @[Mazikeen] naked post while the site's updating |