"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
02-20-2017, 05:03 PM (This post was last modified: 02-20-2017, 06:09 PM by Deathwish.)
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She had never once been able to forget her parents. Indeed, even when she’d made off on her own to tend to her small forest, she had always felt the distinct calling back to her mother. That beautiful porcelain doll who had clung to her mother and grandmere (for Potion refused to be called a grandmother, much less acknowledge that she was old enough for such nonsense), had been born as an inkstain upon the world, wretched and wrinkled. But as she had grown, had faded to a beautiful lavender grey, and she held as much grace and magic as the both of them. Her father hated her, and yet from time to time she felt his presence peering down upon her, or into her thoughts.
Such was the nature of powerful parents. They don’t truly give two shits about you unless they had some use for you. And Deathwish was very useful to her family. Her grey hair fell in front of her equally grey eyes, and she made her way out of the trees and into the shadowed meadow. The grey weather from this portion of the year suited her just fine. The child of the dark found that she hated the sun and its warmth, and much preferred to stick to the chill of the world.
Approaching her mother and grandmere, Deathwish tilts her head and sizes them both up with an impatient huff. She had felt the tug from them, as if they had called her out of nothingness. They stood before her as identical twins, their faces set in stone. DW was not a mind reader, and though she resembled them closely, she was not as they were. Far more prone to temper…
Far more prone to rebellion. And yet, family was family.
Potion flicked her tail, watching the quiet forest with a pastel stare and shooing flies from landing on her silvered hips. They buzzed in droves, erratically landing and taking off again but boy were they persistant. There were always a few stragglers, those that simply refused to answer death’s call, lingering overlong in the world. Pests, true pests. When the nuisance became unbearable she simply ended them, sending them to their doom as tiny dust particles falling to the damp earth. Ash to ash as they say, and she watched them fall, a few stray dust motes snagged by the breeze.
Ecco was not far off, grazing the patches of grass that were still wet with dew in some places. However it seemed that they had traded demeanors for the day. She did not look on the world contemplative and irritated, she was relaxed, seeming to enjoy how she had nothing particular to worry about. It might have been due to the fact that she was no longer with child and that had cheered Ecco’s mood immensely. Being pregnant was burdensome and uncomfortable and then, painful. It was not something that she would be keen on doing again, not anytime soon. She felt truly free, her gift returned, her figure sleek and and athletic. And of course there was Deimos, she had taken a liking to him, they were cut from the same cloth in some ways.
When the product of their relations broke the treeline Ecco looked up from the damp clover, a low nicker by way of greeting. “Deathwish,” she said almost in a nonchalant way. While she did love the child, it was made of her blood, a product of power, she was never the overly affectionate type. Not one to waste words on repetitive I love you’s and cling with unwanted embraces. It was not her way.
Potion offered a smile and touched her nose softly to the girl as she progressed. They differed in that way, Potion had always been more prone to give soft touches and warm welcomes. Even now they displayed their true natures, even of they appeared one in the same on the outside. “I’m glad you’ve come,” Potion began, her words even and calm. “Kirin is restored and Mother is returned to him, your gifts will certainly be of use to the family.” There was a pause after, one to gauge a reaction, waiting for the young one to protest in some manner but hoping she had been raised well enough to refrain from such displays.
dont you open up that window, dont you let out that antidote
02-27-2017, 08:54 PM (This post was last modified: 02-27-2017, 08:54 PM by Deathwish.)
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
It was not hard to tell which family she belonged to. The concept of family often was drawn down into the one simple fact that about nine out of ten of her brothers, sisters and cousins on her mother’s side were all purple. And so, when Kirin is mentioned, you learned to pay attention. However—given as much attention as Kirin thought he deserved, Deathwish had enough of her father in her to believe the one simple fact that Kirin’s flamboyancy was nothing more than blowing a bag of hot air about the meadow. Still, Grandmere seemed impressed enough with him to mention it, and then of her abilities… and she nodded agitatedly. “And I suppose you want me to rot his brain? Oh come on, Grandmere. You know Great-grandfather well enough to know that there’s nothing more growing inside there anymore.”
To what the young mare referred to, it could only be guessed. Still, everyone knew that it did not need bear utterance. She shifted her weight from one side to the other like an annoyed teenager, moving her eyes from Potion to Ecco. “And I suppose you’re going to have Father help you do whatever you two when you go off together?” Lord only knew what her mother and father did when they disappeared into the wood together. Deathwish wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight again, as if shifting from one hip to the other.
The interaction is choppy, almost strained because one distinctly does not care while the other tries to solidify the fact she is as equally not invested in return. A cock-measuring contest and both so void of such members that the entire display was decidedly ridiculous. Potion laces her ears for a moment, irritated with them both as she watches and then listens to the remarks tossing from the girls mouth. The world was better when children were seen but not heard.
Sometimes the pale grey mare was unsure if she had done the right thing by assisting Deathwish in her growth. Methodically speeding up the clock against the knowledge of either. Just a week here or there as a child, nudging the girl towards womanhood and away from relying on her Dam. Then again maybe it was for the best, it was likely what had kept them from each other's throats.
The words that fell so loosely form the girl’s mouth was enough to make Potion snap to attention, obviously more than displeased by the statements. “You will one day understand that it is better to take care when you speak and when you listen,” she hissed the words like acidic bile. “That empty skull, as you so readily put it, knows how to play his strengths. Kirin is strong when he has numbers, thus he spreads himself like wildfire, consuming that which stands in his path. He is strong because he commands obedience, he gains trust- lest you forget to play your cards right, you will face the flames on your own.”
It was apparent that Potion calculated the world far more then she let on. She was a tool, yes, but lately she had earned such trust that the lavender leviathan had unknowingly been granting her her own numbers.
“I would hope you do not take to your Mother’s examples for direction,” Nostrils flaring, she looked down at the child, though she was hardly much bigger. WIth that one looked she displayed both disappointment and hope.
Ecco scoffed at the girl, snorting into the rough grass she had been devouring. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased, flicking her tail and disappearing from the gathering she obviously did not want part of. She had her own tasks to tend to, sometimes they took hours to complete.
dont you open up that window, dont you let out that antidote
