find what you love … and let it kill you
There was a coming moment when Epithet’s brain would snap. When that was, even she did not know, but she felt the noose ever tightening around her neck like a tie that had gone too tight. It was cutting off her air supply, and the once kind heart that she had known, was starting to shrink. It was hungry for love, and Epithet scratched her way across the lands—aimlessly—looking for something to call home. Someone to love her.
For someone who would constantly know the goodness of life and the pleasures that it brings, Epithet had gone the other way. For the fairies who wished to teach a lesson of humbleness and goodness and gratitude; they would find that not all of their subjects would adhere to their teachings. That perhaps, some of their subjects were already good and humble. And without an ability to give their heart to the land that created them, they found themselves neutered—and suddenly—out of control.
Epithet spent her days chasing the sunlight in the dead of winter, dragging her daughter behind her. Leola; a yearling now; was to a point where she was ready to make her own way from this existence, and to find her friend Elora. The last time they had seen each other, they had been little more than babies, and her heart clung to her friend, wanting to touch the warmth of her back and wishing that they had been left to peace in the land with the giant volcano. Leola knew that her mother was not telling her everything about this land—or her birth—and that as she grew, she would find herself in her blessed be. As she watched Epithet descend into madness, she vowed that she would not give in to this. That there was a life out there—somewhere. And she intended to find it
It was only when she caught the scent of Akhil on the wind that she turned, and once dull, lifeless eyes became animated and she flicked her ears forward and squealed. “Daddy!” Akhil had been a present father—as much as Epithet would let him, for fear he would break her heart like he always did—and this was no exception. He always seemed to keep a shadow on his daughter (and Epithet), and Leola rushed to him, running herself down the side of his body fondly. Epithet looked on, ears back and eyes gone black. She snorted, took two lengths distance to stand closer, but then stopped and looked away into the breeze. Leola, ever watchful, snorted and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t about to let her mother ruin her good mood. “Daddy! It’s so good to see you!”
For someone who would constantly know the goodness of life and the pleasures that it brings, Epithet had gone the other way. For the fairies who wished to teach a lesson of humbleness and goodness and gratitude; they would find that not all of their subjects would adhere to their teachings. That perhaps, some of their subjects were already good and humble. And without an ability to give their heart to the land that created them, they found themselves neutered—and suddenly—out of control.
Epithet spent her days chasing the sunlight in the dead of winter, dragging her daughter behind her. Leola; a yearling now; was to a point where she was ready to make her own way from this existence, and to find her friend Elora. The last time they had seen each other, they had been little more than babies, and her heart clung to her friend, wanting to touch the warmth of her back and wishing that they had been left to peace in the land with the giant volcano. Leola knew that her mother was not telling her everything about this land—or her birth—and that as she grew, she would find herself in her blessed be. As she watched Epithet descend into madness, she vowed that she would not give in to this. That there was a life out there—somewhere. And she intended to find it
It was only when she caught the scent of Akhil on the wind that she turned, and once dull, lifeless eyes became animated and she flicked her ears forward and squealed. “Daddy!” Akhil had been a present father—as much as Epithet would let him, for fear he would break her heart like he always did—and this was no exception. He always seemed to keep a shadow on his daughter (and Epithet), and Leola rushed to him, running herself down the side of his body fondly. Epithet looked on, ears back and eyes gone black. She snorted, took two lengths distance to stand closer, but then stopped and looked away into the breeze. Leola, ever watchful, snorted and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t about to let her mother ruin her good mood. “Daddy! It’s so good to see you!”
Epithet
@[Leah]