08-24-2017, 11:50 PM
Author's note: bear with me, guys. I haven't written in so long, and I am a scatterbrained mess. Forgive me.
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The slip of time. A curious thing. A lifetime on earth compared to decades in the world beyond. The two only kept alike by the image of the man with whom her heart laid. And yet to think that in all that time, never once had her consciousness truly twinkled out. Like a dying star, the skin-bare creature collapsed in on herself. An existence not genuinely ever extinguished, simply transformed. The moments of quiet between music notes, but the knowledge that music again shall be played. Her heart, though burrowed deep within the confines of the beach, would never cease its beating; though the seasons change, and the decades fall away like leaves from the turning trees, Scorch would always be present.
Her mortal being materialized quietly, one autumn dusk. The scarred figure of a burly mare, hairless, rat-like, hideous to the point of humour, followed by fear, appeared strewn between the densely packed trees of the forest. Fitting, that this should be the place Fate places her, among what most resembled her past kingdom. Fitting...
Memories, thoughts, questions, worries, hopes, dreams; they raced behind her dragon eyes, which now took on an emerald shade. What of the Jungle, with whom she left Lagertha in charge? What of her children, of her many children? She hadn't met any of them upon the beach, but the beach stretched wide, and eternity offered little in the way of answers.
Nothing was the same anymore; she could taste it. The wind did not smell of the eight kingdoms; not of Khaleesi's and bachelor kings, nor of the Deserts, Dale, or Valley; the Chamber, Gates, and Falls she missed as well. The cracks in her nostrils burned, having been reopened with her desperate attempts at placing herself within this entangled, upside-down Beqanna.
You've got this, darling. We knew it wouldn't be the same. Deep breaths now; ti amo, il mio fuoco.
Her breathing came more steadily, the heart she no longer held between her ribs slowing its beating. To hear his unearthly voice was enough to calm any emotion she might feel, now or ever. They would always be together, of that she had no doubt at all. Indeed, the sacrifice of her fertility was not a sacrifice at all; for it was only he who she yearned for, and only he who loved her completely.
With a heave of her once powerful legs, Scorch found herself standing, thigh deep in grass, without a clue as to where she was, or where she could possibly go.
OOC: Pleeeeeease only respond with characters who know Scorch, or know of Scorch. Thanks!
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The slip of time. A curious thing. A lifetime on earth compared to decades in the world beyond. The two only kept alike by the image of the man with whom her heart laid. And yet to think that in all that time, never once had her consciousness truly twinkled out. Like a dying star, the skin-bare creature collapsed in on herself. An existence not genuinely ever extinguished, simply transformed. The moments of quiet between music notes, but the knowledge that music again shall be played. Her heart, though burrowed deep within the confines of the beach, would never cease its beating; though the seasons change, and the decades fall away like leaves from the turning trees, Scorch would always be present.
Her mortal being materialized quietly, one autumn dusk. The scarred figure of a burly mare, hairless, rat-like, hideous to the point of humour, followed by fear, appeared strewn between the densely packed trees of the forest. Fitting, that this should be the place Fate places her, among what most resembled her past kingdom. Fitting...
Memories, thoughts, questions, worries, hopes, dreams; they raced behind her dragon eyes, which now took on an emerald shade. What of the Jungle, with whom she left Lagertha in charge? What of her children, of her many children? She hadn't met any of them upon the beach, but the beach stretched wide, and eternity offered little in the way of answers.
Nothing was the same anymore; she could taste it. The wind did not smell of the eight kingdoms; not of Khaleesi's and bachelor kings, nor of the Deserts, Dale, or Valley; the Chamber, Gates, and Falls she missed as well. The cracks in her nostrils burned, having been reopened with her desperate attempts at placing herself within this entangled, upside-down Beqanna.
You've got this, darling. We knew it wouldn't be the same. Deep breaths now; ti amo, il mio fuoco.
Her breathing came more steadily, the heart she no longer held between her ribs slowing its beating. To hear his unearthly voice was enough to calm any emotion she might feel, now or ever. They would always be together, of that she had no doubt at all. Indeed, the sacrifice of her fertility was not a sacrifice at all; for it was only he who she yearned for, and only he who loved her completely.
With a heave of her once powerful legs, Scorch found herself standing, thigh deep in grass, without a clue as to where she was, or where she could possibly go.
OOC: Pleeeeeease only respond with characters who know Scorch, or know of Scorch. Thanks!
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