you can hear when the heart stops - kensley

[Anaxarete]

YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS. The shadowmare drifted. Aimless wandering did not suit her, yet she wandered nonetheless. But she’d been quiet - too quiet - biding her time in the shadows.  But she was restless for the first time in a long time.  She had come to terms that this new beqanna was foreign to her. She had not, however, truly coped with the loss of the Chamber. She’d pledged her soul to the Chamber once - a land now buried beneath this new world.  Now, there were no loyalties to bind her.  She was untethered, free, and as a result perhaps more dangerous than she’d ever been. The cold woman wove aimlessly through the trees, obstacles moving from her path rather than altering her own. She had grown more familiar with her magic and far less careful.  The shadows swirled in her steps and twisted within her mane and tail giving the illusion of weightlessness. She did not register the faces she passed. They meant little to her.  All she knew lay buried in the past - unreachable, untouchable. Or so she thought. Her heart - long silent - gives an uncomfortable lurch in her chest. The shadow of a feeling - one she’d long since forgotten - flickers through her mind and evaporates just as quickly.  She hadn’t expected to see a familiar face, having long since accepted the fact that those from her past where just as unreachable as the Chamber itself.  Gone. Buried. It seems in that regard, at least, she was mistaken.  And for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t know what to stay. What could she possibly say to someone that she’d buried so long ago? - A N A X A R E T E - been there, done that

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