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She cannot see the oasis, but she knows it is there, lingering is a perfect world...<i>her</i> perfect world. She can taste it in the air, salt and sulfur, her home waiting just beyond Carnage's terrible grasp. Krigare is there, lingering, awaiting her return. Blood drips from her various wounds, the perfect ring and curling arrow around her eye stinging with crimson plasma. She approaches the voice, <i>his voice</i> and offers her toll; she is willing to lose something in order to hear her lover once more.
<b>"Take it...take the eye you've branded..."</b> What good would it do her anyways? It wasn't like it was useful in the first place. She moves past him, the invisible barrier lifting for her to arrive. She walks straight into the oasis, waiting for the eye to be ripped from its socket.
<i>Not good enough.</i> A trick. Instead, the dark God takes something else, something more valuable to her than anything else...something she has longed for her entire life.
A ripping pain through her abdomen, as he tears the piece of herself she wants most. Zephyr screams in agony, trying to stop, hooves dragging the ground. She tries to back out of the oasis, she no longer wants it, she would rather leave dehydrated and broken than lose this. But it is too late. He has taken the only thing that would give her life any meaning - he takes her ability to have children, her ability to have a family with the one she loved. What was a mare if she couldn't bore foals? What would she be to Krigare, if he could not continue his line?
Into the oasis she plummets, eyes closed, tears a constant stream down her face. Body sprawled out on the ground, she hears him. His voice, smooth and velvety, so familiar, whispering in her ear.
<i>"Look, Zephyr, open your eyes."</i> She scoffs at the request, but listens anyways. Orbs open, and she can see. Blinking heavily, eyes adjusting to the midday sunlight, she looks down to see him - a beautiful bay colt laying at her feet. She chokes up, standing, forgetting the cruel jest he is playing on her, forgetting this would never happen.
<b>"My god, he's so beautiful!"</b> The colt nurses, lapping up warm milk from her teats, and she feels a surge of happiness flow through her. This was <i>her</i> creation, her addition to the world. She looks up, still-milky eyes alight with love.
And there he is, her shining ray of light. So handsome, even more than she could ever have imagined. In their thicket, warm Tephran air surrounding them, they tend to their newborn. Her and Krigare, as she's always wanted it. She laps and picks at the fluid covering her boy's newborn coat as he suckles. She cannot contain the overjoyed feeling she has - she was complete.
Days turn into months, months into years. She has three more children with him before her body protests otherwise. Two other colts, and a filly, all she held so close to her heart, all who looked nearly identical to their father. As they grow, one by one, they leave, to have their own adventures and family, to continue Krigare's legacy. There is no doubt in her mind - each of them will do amazing things.
The pair eventually grows old together, his once bold coat graying, their bodies changing. In their last moments, they are together in their grove, resting like they had the first night they met. She closes her eyes, relishing in their life together. Oh, how wonderful it has been...
<i>Empty...is the sky before the sun wakes up.</i>
She awakens, eyes opening to darkness once more. The smell of rotting flesh, the screams of pain is all she hears in her dark cell. A wicked game, is all it had been. None of this had happened, all was a figment of her imagination. All was just a dream.
<i>Empty...is the eyes of animals in cages.</i>
Her ears flicker to her left, to the cage next to her, where the scents shifted from stallion to another creature. He beat against the bars of his cage, agonizing growls escaping his lips. He is broken, a shell, just like her. Just like all of them. She wants to say something, but what good would it do? The damage has already been done.
<i>Empty...the faces of women in mourning, when everything has been taken from them.</i>
The burning of her stomach where her ability has been taken from her. An internal wound in more ways then one. The one token she had of ever "seeing" her life have meaning. It was taken from her, and Krigare would leave. Because what use would she be now?
<i>Me?</i>
The alabaster mare curls into a ball, head between her legs, as she begins to weep. The others let out terrible squeals, the anguish in their voices are distinct and maddening. She lets out her own cry, a curse to the gods, a curse to the world around her. She was nothing.
He had made her nothing.
<i>Don't ask me about empty.</i> </p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower</ p></div></div></center>
Defect: Carnage takes away her uterus, she can no longer have children.
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<b>"Take it...take the eye you've branded..."</b> What good would it do her anyways? It wasn't like it was useful in the first place. She moves past him, the invisible barrier lifting for her to arrive. She walks straight into the oasis, waiting for the eye to be ripped from its socket.
<i>Not good enough.</i> A trick. Instead, the dark God takes something else, something more valuable to her than anything else...something she has longed for her entire life.
A ripping pain through her abdomen, as he tears the piece of herself she wants most. Zephyr screams in agony, trying to stop, hooves dragging the ground. She tries to back out of the oasis, she no longer wants it, she would rather leave dehydrated and broken than lose this. But it is too late. He has taken the only thing that would give her life any meaning - he takes her ability to have children, her ability to have a family with the one she loved. What was a mare if she couldn't bore foals? What would she be to Krigare, if he could not continue his line?
Into the oasis she plummets, eyes closed, tears a constant stream down her face. Body sprawled out on the ground, she hears him. His voice, smooth and velvety, so familiar, whispering in her ear.
<i>"Look, Zephyr, open your eyes."</i> She scoffs at the request, but listens anyways. Orbs open, and she can see. Blinking heavily, eyes adjusting to the midday sunlight, she looks down to see him - a beautiful bay colt laying at her feet. She chokes up, standing, forgetting the cruel jest he is playing on her, forgetting this would never happen.
<b>"My god, he's so beautiful!"</b> The colt nurses, lapping up warm milk from her teats, and she feels a surge of happiness flow through her. This was <i>her</i> creation, her addition to the world. She looks up, still-milky eyes alight with love.
And there he is, her shining ray of light. So handsome, even more than she could ever have imagined. In their thicket, warm Tephran air surrounding them, they tend to their newborn. Her and Krigare, as she's always wanted it. She laps and picks at the fluid covering her boy's newborn coat as he suckles. She cannot contain the overjoyed feeling she has - she was complete.
Days turn into months, months into years. She has three more children with him before her body protests otherwise. Two other colts, and a filly, all she held so close to her heart, all who looked nearly identical to their father. As they grow, one by one, they leave, to have their own adventures and family, to continue Krigare's legacy. There is no doubt in her mind - each of them will do amazing things.
The pair eventually grows old together, his once bold coat graying, their bodies changing. In their last moments, they are together in their grove, resting like they had the first night they met. She closes her eyes, relishing in their life together. Oh, how wonderful it has been...
<i>Empty...is the sky before the sun wakes up.</i>
She awakens, eyes opening to darkness once more. The smell of rotting flesh, the screams of pain is all she hears in her dark cell. A wicked game, is all it had been. None of this had happened, all was a figment of her imagination. All was just a dream.
<i>Empty...is the eyes of animals in cages.</i>
Her ears flicker to her left, to the cage next to her, where the scents shifted from stallion to another creature. He beat against the bars of his cage, agonizing growls escaping his lips. He is broken, a shell, just like her. Just like all of them. She wants to say something, but what good would it do? The damage has already been done.
<i>Empty...the faces of women in mourning, when everything has been taken from them.</i>
The burning of her stomach where her ability has been taken from her. An internal wound in more ways then one. The one token she had of ever "seeing" her life have meaning. It was taken from her, and Krigare would leave. Because what use would she be now?
<i>Me?</i>
The alabaster mare curls into a ball, head between her legs, as she begins to weep. The others let out terrible squeals, the anguish in their voices are distinct and maddening. She lets out her own cry, a curse to the gods, a curse to the world around her. She was nothing.
He had made her nothing.
<i>Don't ask me about empty.</i> </p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower</ p></div></div></center>
Defect: Carnage takes away her uterus, she can no longer have children.