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saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - firion - 04-07-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Wishbone] RE: saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - Wishbone - 04-15-2021 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 cannot shake the anger that clings to her. She had stood at the smooth earth where Svedka had disappeared, waiting for Beqanna (the underworld, rather) to spit back what it had taken from her. When she realized the sun would not bring her brother with it, her rage had sparked in her core. And there it simmers, a constant fire that turns her insides hot and drags the heat onto the tip of her tongue. It’s fierce anger, with a strength that reminds Wishbone of her days in the Afterlife. She had worn a path into the Afterlife’s gray soil, pacing next to the line of Life and Death. This time, Wishbone can take her emotions out in much more realistic ways — she has already swum in the ocean until her body tires, ran through Tephra until her lungs screamed, considered the consequences of jumping from the volcano. Her conversation with Mazikeen had helped lessen the heat of her anger for a day, but the following day Wishbone wakes up just as restless as the day before. So she leaves Tephra, traveling south to the common lands. And once she reaches the Forest, she plunges herself into its darkness. Wishbone knows there is less traffic in the Forest, and perhaps this will minimize the number of unsuspecting individuals that might receive her fury. The shadows feel cool against her skin, brushing the heat of anger off her purple flanks, and Wishbone momentarily closes her eyes at the sensation. At the sound of racing hooves, her glowing amber eyes fly open again. It feels dangerous to race through the thick woods, and the pangare knows danger is precisely what she needs. Tossing her head, Wishbone pushes herself into a sprint, winding through the trees to reach the side of whoever was running nearby. The shadows make the stranger speckled, and they are moving so quickly that an entire world appears within the shadows on the backdrop of his skin. The sprint eats at a portion of her aggression, giving her something else to focus on. And Wishbone grits her teeth, matching the stranger’s strides and pushing her athleticism until he decides to slow down. @[firion] RE: saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - firion - 05-21-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Wishbone] RE: saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - Wishbone - 06-04-2021 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. She comes from a family of fighters. It’s not because they’re fond of war — though the body she wears now suggests that she’s bred for it, with thickly-coiled muscles and straight lines — but because they’ve had to learn how to fight for what is good in their lives. Her mother, her father, her brothers, and maybe even her lost twin girls. They all have things they’re trying to protect in this world. They also have things they’re trying to destroy. The ferocity of her family comes naturally to Wishbone. She fell easily into the path of a fighter at a young age, perhaps too easily. Ambition and determination and obstinacy — they have been friends of hers from the moment of her first breath. They scarred her knees on the black volcanic rock when she tried to climb the monument before her first birthday. They taught her many lessons when she called herself Khaleesi before she was ready. They drowned her in the northern ocean, they wore holes into the Afterlife’s soil, they made her dig for Svedka’s body until she couldn’t move another inch. Ambition and determination and obstinacy — they push her to increase her stride and match the stranger’s, the one born from a family of runners. One of her dark ears twists toward the stranger as they race, and she watches from the corner of her eye as the shadows spring toward her like living things. Wishbone has seen the shadows move like this before, during the eclipse and with far darker intentions, but something in the patterns of the shadows suggests they are different. They charge across her skin, whisper against her heels, and wind up her back. Her skin prickles at the sensation, at the potential for danger, but her lips crack in a reckless smile. Wishbone feels the effects of the sprint in the way her muscles burn and her skin foams with sweat. She doesn’t shy away from the feeling but pushes into it. Her pent-up anger feeds her, giving her exhaustion a purpose, and she tosses her head with shadows twisting across her ears. Her legs beg her to slow down, but suddenly there’s a white-hot burst of speed and energy. She uses it to increase her stride, to put herself slightly ahead of the stranger, and she mentally pulls herself closer to the thing providing the extra resources. More, her body seems to say to the shadows, give me more and see how long we can go. @[firion] RE: saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - firion - 06-11-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Wishbone] RE: saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to; wishbone - Wishbone - 06-26-2021 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 remember a time she’s felt someone reflect her emotions so deeply. There have been many times she’s shared kindred spirits — with Svedka and their thirst for adventure, with Lilliana and their broken relationships, with Mazikeen and their stubborn fierceness. Yet the race with this stranger feels different than anything else; with each stride, Wishbone feels her emotions draw closer to a place where they meet with the stranger’s. These emotions (sorrow and loss and endless fury) are both familiar and uncontrollable to her. They run through her like old friends, as if they call her home, and yet she feels entirely undone by their power. It isn’t often that Wishbone feels this way — more often than not she is rather optimistic and fiercely independent. Yet there are times where she is pulled toward the darker emotions and they whisper in her ears, telling her that she could stay with them longer. Wishbone feels herself falling into her anger now, using it to push her agility and endurance further to match the stranger. Thunder rumbles overhead, and it is never without lightning. A white rod of light crackles across the sky, illuminating the stranger as he shifts from a horse into a cheetah. The dark energy crackles toward her again, this time with different intentions, and Wishbone tosses her head to welcome it. Her body molds itself to mimic his, and she’s launching herself into a faster speed before she’s even completely shifted. Wishbone feels disoriented by the shift for a moment, unfamiliar with this magic and the new senses that come with a new body. But the cheetah body knows what to do, and she falls into the new rhythm of running within a few strides. Despite the new level of speed she’s reached, Wishbone can tell her energy is fading. She can be as stubborn as she wants and tempt Death and Desire to her heart’s content, but there are times she cannot refuse the way her body cries out. Her soft oval ears press tightly against her feline skull, a visible sign of her determination to continue. And just when she thinks one more step might end her, the stranger’s teeth find her. Wishbone lets out a growl, but it isn’t one of pain. It’s a challenge, a noise of relief, a scream of anger. His voice echos in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. Her glowing amber eyes flash in the darkness, but she continues running. Her long legs adjust between one stride and the next, pushing him so he will slam into a wide-trunked tree. Her haunches bunch to stop her momentum, but her unfamiliarity as a cheetah makes her pitch sideways, rolling through the leaves. She throws herself onto her paws quickly and spins, facing the stranger with a snarl already on her lips. This is what she was bred to do; she comes from a family of fighters. The darkness billows inside her, making her amber eyes glow even brighter. Wishbone twitches her feline tail, a challenge pressing to the forefront of her mind. This stranger is capable beyond her knowledge, she’s noticed, and she suspects he can hear her when she thinks, Show me what you can do. @firion |