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<p class="whisteria_quote">Mother is the name for God</p>
<p class="whisteria_quote">in the lips and hearts of little children</p>
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As the final clot of blackened blood is sputtered clear from revived lungs, clouded eyes begin to clear and fully take in her surroundings. A woman who’s heart now beats stronger than ever, driven by determination and a mother’s rage. Blue eyes flash to the others surrounding her, none of their faces are familiar. She knows not why she was chosen to come here, but what she does understand is that something must have happened in order for her spirit to be set free of it’s prison of unending torment. In that realm, she could see her past play over and over, and she searched the shell of the world she knew for what seemed like an eternity. She could not comprehend why this was happening now. Yet, pondering would not do her any good, and those thoughts are soon broken by the sound of rushing waters. She turns on her haunches to face a wide river.
At first she cannot see the other side, instead it seems a swirling mist like that of the last plane she had been inhabiting for the past...well...she doesn’t know how many years. She can see movement, and from the mist a grulla mare strides through the water with grace, she stops a moment as a bobbing branch seems to distract her. Whisteria gasps as the grulla woman is swept off her feet momentarily, plunging deeper than she had been while standing in the rapids. As she surfaces, she is not alone. Was that...no...but, it was. There were two of the same woman standing in the rushing rapids that seemed to cascade over the edge of a waterfall? Was that there before? This realm was not the mortal realm like she originally thought, that was for sure. When the woman speaks, Whisteria’s eyes are ripped from her and immediately spot a familiar shape on the other side of the river as she addresses the gathering of lost souls. <i>If you can get across the river to your person, you can both go home. To life.</i>, she says over the roar of the rapids that raged beneath her. The ivory woman’s eyes widen, trained on the shape wandering out of the unknown.
<b>Claw?! My sweet sweet baby! Momma is here! I will help you!</b>
The mist beyond the river begins to drift away, revealing sand dunes, and her adopted first child, Clawfinger. The sound of a rushing river slowly begins to ebb away and begins to turn into the sound of crashing waves. Soft breezes catch perked ears, the lazy palms swaying in rhythm. The sweet song of her home being sung to her, as her son on the other side weeps. It was her home, Clawfinger was there, crying for her to come back to him. She had failed him, and she could not bear it any longer. She called out to him, her words filled with sadness.
<b>”Momma is here my beautiful prince! Please don’t cry, I am here. I am here for you!”</b>
Tears well up in her eyes as he continues to weep, he seems unable to hear her over the roar of the river’s ocean-like waves. Suddenly, her focus is broken by the sound of a snapping branch. As she spins, her eyes meet that of her executioner. The bloody queen and her shadowy army trail behind her as they slowly emerge from the penumbra of the forest. Whisteria’s sadness and anger begin to stir inside her, igniting something fierce from within her chest. They would not keep her from him again, she was not going to let them take him.
Not again.
A cry explodes forth from within the pits of her very soul, a threatening blast of emotion. The mighty war cry of a mother, it’s sheer power shakes the ground nether hoof. Volcanic rage and determination take over her, she can feel the power of her own warrior mother from within her. She turns away from her hunters, eyes on the prize now. She remembers the song her mother had sung to her as a child, an old warrior’s tale. As she seemingly glides forward, each footfall seeming to crack the very earth with tenacity. The most beautiful, ethereal voice booms forth from between pink lips, a song just for her baby. Every word is meshed with the sounds of her homeland, the waves turn to drums of war, palms whisper in harmony.
<b>Min Warb Naseu
Wilr Made Thaim
I Bormotha Hauni
Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot
Got Nafiskr Orf
Auim Suimade
Foki Afa Galande
Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot”</b>
The world around her seems to flow with her war song. The river’s waves rock harder and harder, and as her tears flow forth, they feed the waves even more. The river starts to open up. With every verse, the waves part, and Whisteria’s hooves hit the wet sand beneath as the last of the water is sucked into the tall parted walls of the river. The water rages still, arching above her like an angel spreading it’s wings. The spray from the angry waves above shower over her, and the light from the oasis before her cast rainbows over her head like a halo. A vision worthy of legend. She knows she has to reach him. She must. She knows not how long her song would keep the very waves she commands from swallowing her. For it to send her back to her eternal snare. Not only that, but there is the pertinacious shadow legion of the bloody queen. Slipping into the tunnel of water after her, ready to snatch her by her ankles and rip her away with them to eternal damnation. They, and the waters surrounding her, could end her one and only chance to return to the mortal realm to be with her family. To seize her without mercy at any moment before she can reach the warm embrace of her beloved son. All she could do was continue to sing her tale, not lose hope, and not let her concentration waver. She accepts the risk, for a mother would go to the ends of any world, for her child.
This was her judgment day.
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Song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRg_8NNPTD8
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<p class="whisteria_quote">Mother is the name for God</p>
<p class="whisteria_quote">in the lips and hearts of little children</p>
<div class="whisteria_message">
As the final clot of blackened blood is sputtered clear from revived lungs, clouded eyes begin to clear and fully take in her surroundings. A woman who’s heart now beats stronger than ever, driven by determination and a mother’s rage. Blue eyes flash to the others surrounding her, none of their faces are familiar. She knows not why she was chosen to come here, but what she does understand is that something must have happened in order for her spirit to be set free of it’s prison of unending torment. In that realm, she could see her past play over and over, and she searched the shell of the world she knew for what seemed like an eternity. She could not comprehend why this was happening now. Yet, pondering would not do her any good, and those thoughts are soon broken by the sound of rushing waters. She turns on her haunches to face a wide river.
At first she cannot see the other side, instead it seems a swirling mist like that of the last plane she had been inhabiting for the past...well...she doesn’t know how many years. She can see movement, and from the mist a grulla mare strides through the water with grace, she stops a moment as a bobbing branch seems to distract her. Whisteria gasps as the grulla woman is swept off her feet momentarily, plunging deeper than she had been while standing in the rapids. As she surfaces, she is not alone. Was that...no...but, it was. There were two of the same woman standing in the rushing rapids that seemed to cascade over the edge of a waterfall? Was that there before? This realm was not the mortal realm like she originally thought, that was for sure. When the woman speaks, Whisteria’s eyes are ripped from her and immediately spot a familiar shape on the other side of the river as she addresses the gathering of lost souls. <i>If you can get across the river to your person, you can both go home. To life.</i>, she says over the roar of the rapids that raged beneath her. The ivory woman’s eyes widen, trained on the shape wandering out of the unknown.
<b>Claw?! My sweet sweet baby! Momma is here! I will help you!</b>
The mist beyond the river begins to drift away, revealing sand dunes, and her adopted first child, Clawfinger. The sound of a rushing river slowly begins to ebb away and begins to turn into the sound of crashing waves. Soft breezes catch perked ears, the lazy palms swaying in rhythm. The sweet song of her home being sung to her, as her son on the other side weeps. It was her home, Clawfinger was there, crying for her to come back to him. She had failed him, and she could not bear it any longer. She called out to him, her words filled with sadness.
<b>”Momma is here my beautiful prince! Please don’t cry, I am here. I am here for you!”</b>
Tears well up in her eyes as he continues to weep, he seems unable to hear her over the roar of the river’s ocean-like waves. Suddenly, her focus is broken by the sound of a snapping branch. As she spins, her eyes meet that of her executioner. The bloody queen and her shadowy army trail behind her as they slowly emerge from the penumbra of the forest. Whisteria’s sadness and anger begin to stir inside her, igniting something fierce from within her chest. They would not keep her from him again, she was not going to let them take him.
Not again.
A cry explodes forth from within the pits of her very soul, a threatening blast of emotion. The mighty war cry of a mother, it’s sheer power shakes the ground nether hoof. Volcanic rage and determination take over her, she can feel the power of her own warrior mother from within her. She turns away from her hunters, eyes on the prize now. She remembers the song her mother had sung to her as a child, an old warrior’s tale. As she seemingly glides forward, each footfall seeming to crack the very earth with tenacity. The most beautiful, ethereal voice booms forth from between pink lips, a song just for her baby. Every word is meshed with the sounds of her homeland, the waves turn to drums of war, palms whisper in harmony.
<b>Min Warb Naseu
Wilr Made Thaim
I Bormotha Hauni
Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot
Got Nafiskr Orf
Auim Suimade
Foki Afa Galande
Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot”</b>
The world around her seems to flow with her war song. The river’s waves rock harder and harder, and as her tears flow forth, they feed the waves even more. The river starts to open up. With every verse, the waves part, and Whisteria’s hooves hit the wet sand beneath as the last of the water is sucked into the tall parted walls of the river. The water rages still, arching above her like an angel spreading it’s wings. The spray from the angry waves above shower over her, and the light from the oasis before her cast rainbows over her head like a halo. A vision worthy of legend. She knows she has to reach him. She must. She knows not how long her song would keep the very waves she commands from swallowing her. For it to send her back to her eternal snare. Not only that, but there is the pertinacious shadow legion of the bloody queen. Slipping into the tunnel of water after her, ready to snatch her by her ankles and rip her away with them to eternal damnation. They, and the waters surrounding her, could end her one and only chance to return to the mortal realm to be with her family. To seize her without mercy at any moment before she can reach the warm embrace of her beloved son. All she could do was continue to sing her tale, not lose hope, and not let her concentration waver. She accepts the risk, for a mother would go to the ends of any world, for her child.
This was her judgment day.
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Song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRg_8NNPTD8