08-01-2024, 12:14 AM
. there is no pain you are receding .
She had fled the sandy hellscape she had once known as home. Ran blindly without direction and wound up in a land of fantasy befriending (somewhat) fantastical beasts. With hardly any rest from her extensive departure, she dove right (almost as blindly) into a seemingly impossible mission of returning a land of fire from its fae captors. Ludicrous, it all sounded absolutely insane no matter how many times she recollected her journey up to that point.
Yet, there she was.
Kreation’s permission to shorten her name brought the blood bay Arabian back to the present; standing beside the now blind metallic mare alongside a wide flowing river. Her dark obsidian pools shifted to her lavender companion who had guessed correctly at Opium’s position. Impressive, but unsurprising. Kreation was a miraculous creature with an admirable determination and dedication to her mission.
”Not at all,” she curtly consented.
Red’s gaze shifted back toward the ominous mountain that had been pointed out to her before, back in the Meadow. Back there she had looked upon it with awe and wonder, but now the sight of it made her chest feel heavy with dread. Nevertheless, she had volunteered to help and she’d keep her word. As Kreation meandered her way through the brush and foliage framing the River, Red stayed by her side.
The silence between the three had been welcomed by the Red mare. Her upbringing had made her one of few words, there had rarely been any time for conversation. So, when her travel companion asked the unanswered question from Phoebus, Opium’s stomach turned. Something else she’d have to adjust to - casual dialog.
Joy
”I come from a vast, arid desert territory,” she answered after a moment’s pause.
“A very tumultuous realm plagued with misery and suffering where those who surv— Shift right three steps, you’re headed directly towards a boulder.“ she interrupted herself side-stepping right to allow Kreation more room to avoid the coming obstacle before continuing. ”Those who proved their strength with survival were only utilized as pawns to be used in the constant warring of control. Constant violence, never-ending bloodshed.”
. Red Opium .
@Kreation