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<i>You killed what was left of the good in me...</i>
Broken, beaten, damned to a life a eternal grief. This is what she was given. As if making her blind wasn't enough, she was now laying in the dark god's small enclosure, relishing in her pain and sorrow. All he had given her was time - time to wallow, time to kill. Her mind often wandered to her precious Krigare; how could she tell him of her barrenness, how could she face him with the numerous scars on her body and heart?
She wasn't sure how long she had laid, wondering when she would get out, but after a few days her body began to drown out the screams of the tortured, stopped smelling the rotting flesh and dankness. The throbbing of her brand subsided, as did claw mark dragging down her stomach. The burning in her abdomen stopped too, but the reminder of no longer being able to have children was just as painful without it.
The days seemed to drag on. She didn't know if she was alone, if the others had escaped and she was left to live the rest of her days in this (literal) shit hole. She knew he was there, watching her glass heart shatter in front of him, crushing her in the palm of his hands; a piece of paper. He stalked around her cell like a ghost in the night, and while she couldn't see him, she felt his presence all around her. Words were never exchanged, she wasn't even sure she had the strength to anymore. Body curled on the floor, gaunt and dehydrated, unaware that the next test would break her more than any before.
The metal of her stall opens, creaking creepily until it slams against the frame. Wearily, she stands, legs shaking beneath her like a foal (<i>like the ones she'll never have</i>). How long had it been since she used them?
<i>"To escape..."</i> He hisses; venom words. <i>"You must destroy the thing you love."</i> And then, a soft touch, a caress; she doesn't have the energy to move away from it, but she is not frightened. She knows who it is.
<i>"Oh, Zephyr. I've missed you."</i> Velvet words contrasting harshly from the god's. Tears stream delicately from her filmy eyes. She leans into him, forgetting this is just another figment, forgetting what she must do. Krigare had come for her at last - she was no longer alone.
<i>"You must DESTROY the thing you love."</i> Carnage's voice lingers in her ears, and she pulls away. Heart beating deeply in her chest, she shakes her head.
<b>"No,"</b> She growls. <b>"I can't, I-I <i>won't</i>."</b> Carnage is closer now, whispering into her ear from behind her.
<i>"...sacrifice yourself instead."</i>
A pause, a moment laced in uncertainty. She takes in a deep breath, rubbing her muzzle along the nape of her lover's neck, something she used to do so often...now, it would be the last time.
She backs away. An act of love that is unprecedented - she turns to the power behind her, and nods her head. <b>"Take me instead."</b> She would give up her life to save his - she hoped he would use this little gift to do something wonderful. He would go on to have children, have another mare as his own, and soon she would be a distant memory - something so hazy in his mind, it would be the only way he would know what its like to be blind.
What happens next is an incoherent blur. She guides herself around the cell, finding a conveniently placed rod, shaped into a perfect point. She backs up, taking one last breath of air into her lungs. Full force, she is galloping to it (as her love screams a faraway "no"), until it impales her perfectly in the heart. She coughs violently for a moment, blood gushing from her pale lips, down her neck and to the floor below her. The light in her eyes fades slowly, and for a moment her life flashes before her (a short life, that didn't have much meaning) and she feels the twinge of regret. She had done nothing - was this the lesson to learn from all of this?
And then, she is gone, body limp on the impaling rod, and Krigare is fading away from view. Carnage gives one last smile - the game is over, and he has won.
<i>And I've got nobody else to blame, though I've tried, kept all of my past mistakes down inside.
I'll live with regret for my whole life.</i>
</p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower</ p></div></div></center>
From impaling herself, there will be a large scar where he heart is, above the claw mark the demon gave her.
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Broken, beaten, damned to a life a eternal grief. This is what she was given. As if making her blind wasn't enough, she was now laying in the dark god's small enclosure, relishing in her pain and sorrow. All he had given her was time - time to wallow, time to kill. Her mind often wandered to her precious Krigare; how could she tell him of her barrenness, how could she face him with the numerous scars on her body and heart?
She wasn't sure how long she had laid, wondering when she would get out, but after a few days her body began to drown out the screams of the tortured, stopped smelling the rotting flesh and dankness. The throbbing of her brand subsided, as did claw mark dragging down her stomach. The burning in her abdomen stopped too, but the reminder of no longer being able to have children was just as painful without it.
The days seemed to drag on. She didn't know if she was alone, if the others had escaped and she was left to live the rest of her days in this (literal) shit hole. She knew he was there, watching her glass heart shatter in front of him, crushing her in the palm of his hands; a piece of paper. He stalked around her cell like a ghost in the night, and while she couldn't see him, she felt his presence all around her. Words were never exchanged, she wasn't even sure she had the strength to anymore. Body curled on the floor, gaunt and dehydrated, unaware that the next test would break her more than any before.
The metal of her stall opens, creaking creepily until it slams against the frame. Wearily, she stands, legs shaking beneath her like a foal (<i>like the ones she'll never have</i>). How long had it been since she used them?
<i>"To escape..."</i> He hisses; venom words. <i>"You must destroy the thing you love."</i> And then, a soft touch, a caress; she doesn't have the energy to move away from it, but she is not frightened. She knows who it is.
<i>"Oh, Zephyr. I've missed you."</i> Velvet words contrasting harshly from the god's. Tears stream delicately from her filmy eyes. She leans into him, forgetting this is just another figment, forgetting what she must do. Krigare had come for her at last - she was no longer alone.
<i>"You must DESTROY the thing you love."</i> Carnage's voice lingers in her ears, and she pulls away. Heart beating deeply in her chest, she shakes her head.
<b>"No,"</b> She growls. <b>"I can't, I-I <i>won't</i>."</b> Carnage is closer now, whispering into her ear from behind her.
<i>"...sacrifice yourself instead."</i>
A pause, a moment laced in uncertainty. She takes in a deep breath, rubbing her muzzle along the nape of her lover's neck, something she used to do so often...now, it would be the last time.
She backs away. An act of love that is unprecedented - she turns to the power behind her, and nods her head. <b>"Take me instead."</b> She would give up her life to save his - she hoped he would use this little gift to do something wonderful. He would go on to have children, have another mare as his own, and soon she would be a distant memory - something so hazy in his mind, it would be the only way he would know what its like to be blind.
What happens next is an incoherent blur. She guides herself around the cell, finding a conveniently placed rod, shaped into a perfect point. She backs up, taking one last breath of air into her lungs. Full force, she is galloping to it (as her love screams a faraway "no"), until it impales her perfectly in the heart. She coughs violently for a moment, blood gushing from her pale lips, down her neck and to the floor below her. The light in her eyes fades slowly, and for a moment her life flashes before her (a short life, that didn't have much meaning) and she feels the twinge of regret. She had done nothing - was this the lesson to learn from all of this?
And then, she is gone, body limp on the impaling rod, and Krigare is fading away from view. Carnage gives one last smile - the game is over, and he has won.
<i>And I've got nobody else to blame, though I've tried, kept all of my past mistakes down inside.
I'll live with regret for my whole life.</i>
</p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower</ p></div></div></center>
From impaling herself, there will be a large scar where he heart is, above the claw mark the demon gave her.