09-29-2015, 10:08 PM
And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
She is so very tired.
The years have been creeping on her and have been dragging her down further and further. "Not long until I see you again," she mutters into the humid air with her gold-flecked eyes cast toward the canopy. Mother, Covet, and Scorch are all there. Her loved ones here are dwindling now but still she continues to live on. Myrina was convinced that she would be taken during the childbirth of her twins but she was mended and healed with time. Hours following their entrance to the world she was still lying in a fresh puddle of blood. Fear momentarily gripped her as she considered not being there for her sons. They matter so much to her but in the end she was still fairly absent in their lives. Her weakened state drove her into the shadows but her magic tendrils would stir the plant life around them to watch over them or protect them in any way possible.
Although better than Echion, Myrina wasn't an ideal mother either.
A sigh passes through her as she turns her head to the skies. Birds fill the branches above and sing their songs. She smiles delicately, but the kindness quickly evaporates when the trees whisper of someone so very familiar and yet nearly forgotten (but how could she ever truly forget him?). Her body bristles and she hesitates. Is she really prepared to hear him chide at her appearance? Is she stable enough to receive criticism on how she has changed with time? Myrina swallows the lump in her throat. There is no way she can deny him; she has never been able to turn him away when he would find her. Despite her adoration of Covet there was still a magnetism that kept her mind wondering of Lokii.
The earth trembles around him and the trees bow to the side before she steps through to meet him at the riverside. There is still a fire in the stare she finds him with but she is so very different. Gray hair scatters across her eyebrows and down her cheeks. Her fit body has weakened slightly but the Jungle still keeps her in moderate shape. Myrina isn't horrid; she doesn't have the ability to ever look ugly but her age is truly showing now in a way that she cannot prevent. Her voice, however, is as strong as it has always been. "Why are you back?" He has a tendency to come and go, but they always find each other.
Always.
The years have been creeping on her and have been dragging her down further and further. "Not long until I see you again," she mutters into the humid air with her gold-flecked eyes cast toward the canopy. Mother, Covet, and Scorch are all there. Her loved ones here are dwindling now but still she continues to live on. Myrina was convinced that she would be taken during the childbirth of her twins but she was mended and healed with time. Hours following their entrance to the world she was still lying in a fresh puddle of blood. Fear momentarily gripped her as she considered not being there for her sons. They matter so much to her but in the end she was still fairly absent in their lives. Her weakened state drove her into the shadows but her magic tendrils would stir the plant life around them to watch over them or protect them in any way possible.
Although better than Echion, Myrina wasn't an ideal mother either.
A sigh passes through her as she turns her head to the skies. Birds fill the branches above and sing their songs. She smiles delicately, but the kindness quickly evaporates when the trees whisper of someone so very familiar and yet nearly forgotten (but how could she ever truly forget him?). Her body bristles and she hesitates. Is she really prepared to hear him chide at her appearance? Is she stable enough to receive criticism on how she has changed with time? Myrina swallows the lump in her throat. There is no way she can deny him; she has never been able to turn him away when he would find her. Despite her adoration of Covet there was still a magnetism that kept her mind wondering of Lokii.
The earth trembles around him and the trees bow to the side before she steps through to meet him at the riverside. There is still a fire in the stare she finds him with but she is so very different. Gray hair scatters across her eyebrows and down her cheeks. Her fit body has weakened slightly but the Jungle still keeps her in moderate shape. Myrina isn't horrid; she doesn't have the ability to ever look ugly but her age is truly showing now in a way that she cannot prevent. Her voice, however, is as strong as it has always been. "Why are you back?" He has a tendency to come and go, but they always find each other.
Always.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.