To the Lovers left behind (Becca|Magnus|Ex-Gates)

[Becca]

It's Too Late For You And Your White Horse To Come Around

She is renewed uninjured, from her past battles. She is the survivor of a trainwreck herd, the result of the war ages ago. Where she was kidnapped, left unnoticed awaiting rescue. But rescue never came. Fiasko was dead, her captor was dead but she wasn't. Her life lives on in this every changing world, she feels like a relic lost in time torn between what was two warring factions that is now both gone.

She anders through the plains of beqanna, in search of familiar faces but all she finds are stares. Glinting eyes resting upon her. Days pass and even months and the girl finally manages to place herself in the field. The wind of autumn plays at her golden locks, as they caress the wind. Blue eyes search for them, those of her previous homeland. Kena, Magnus, Johnathen, Midnite, Mast, Felinae, Witchita. All of whom, except for a select few she presumed were dead. Her gaze falters as she proceeds deeper, a familiar face coming into view, haling her name like a banshee.

"Johnathen?" She breathes his name, through shaky breathes as remembrance of her lost son, her adoptive child floods into her body. "Jonathan!" The dark chocolate maiden quickens her pace, as she reaches him striding towards him with a warm embrace their bodies meet. Reunited once again, her first child. Her velvet flares at his neck, intaking his scent as it overwhelms her. She found someone! She found him.

becca

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