03-03-2022, 06:16 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Shining brilliance. It’s what he use to call her in the language of his old home and people. Akmar. She had never forgotten the nickname or the title she had once held. The Heart of Hyaline. It was so laughable now. She barely had a heart anymore thanks to the Curse. And despite the shimmer of starlight around her wings and the heavy crimson stars that hang around her like furious guardians, she can’t remember the last time she had felt any type of brilliance about her. She had never been further from her stars, something she had thought impossible since the Eclipse.
When had her shine started to dull? It had happened long before the situation of Gale, before she had died and learned that the heavens had rejected her. No… It had started in that other world. Eternal. When she had found her son… And Jah. Of course it had made sense, for the mare who had been a mother figure to her (to them) to step up and raise the child that she had been separated from. And yet, she hadn’t felt relief or even gratitude when she had found them. It was something in the red wytch’s stance, the way she looked at her. Something had changed and in an instant an invisible line in the sand seemed to have been drawn between them.
If only she knew how right she had been in trusting her gut feeling about her.
He denies he is the Cursed thing who has become the entire reason of her existence these days. For a moment she holds her breath, waiting for that old name to make her crumble and she only releases it when he does not. Slowly, dark lashes reveal the storming silver once more and she finds herself uncertain of what to say. What to do. She can’t find it in her to close the distance between them just as she can’t make up her mind to leave.
She should. She should leave because nothing good can come from this. That foreboding feeling lingers and intensifies, had this been the gift the gray stallion with red eyes had promised in the dream? No… She doesn’t think it is. Slowly, carefully, she lowers the wings that cradled her. The angry lines all over her chest where Gale had opened her up to take or hide what he wished, the many scars across her forelimbs that told the tale of where each bone had protruded and bled. The small swell to her thin body where the gift Carnage had left her lay, undisturbed and unnoticed for now.
She hadn’t been able to meet his eye when she had reopened her own, instead she had glanced down as her wings began to move until they were flared upwards at her sides and finally she looks at him. The silver of her eyes hiding her pupils as the shock begins to wear off and the fury reappears. She finally holds her head defiantly as the red stars around her pulse with light.
The Thane of the North bares her white teeth at the man she had once (still) loved. Inside, she feels those phantom lightning strikes and the ragged remains of her heart frantically try to escape the black cloud of rage. They fail. “Where is my son?” She asks with eerie calmness and starts to advance towards him, her wings still outstretched and intention clearly written across her face. Gale had killed her, killed whatever hope for life she had left, but her destruction had truly started with the handsome gilded stallion before her. She knew what it was like to love a dragon, what would murdering one feel like?
When had her shine started to dull? It had happened long before the situation of Gale, before she had died and learned that the heavens had rejected her. No… It had started in that other world. Eternal. When she had found her son… And Jah. Of course it had made sense, for the mare who had been a mother figure to her (to them) to step up and raise the child that she had been separated from. And yet, she hadn’t felt relief or even gratitude when she had found them. It was something in the red wytch’s stance, the way she looked at her. Something had changed and in an instant an invisible line in the sand seemed to have been drawn between them.
If only she knew how right she had been in trusting her gut feeling about her.
He denies he is the Cursed thing who has become the entire reason of her existence these days. For a moment she holds her breath, waiting for that old name to make her crumble and she only releases it when he does not. Slowly, dark lashes reveal the storming silver once more and she finds herself uncertain of what to say. What to do. She can’t find it in her to close the distance between them just as she can’t make up her mind to leave.
She should. She should leave because nothing good can come from this. That foreboding feeling lingers and intensifies, had this been the gift the gray stallion with red eyes had promised in the dream? No… She doesn’t think it is. Slowly, carefully, she lowers the wings that cradled her. The angry lines all over her chest where Gale had opened her up to take or hide what he wished, the many scars across her forelimbs that told the tale of where each bone had protruded and bled. The small swell to her thin body where the gift Carnage had left her lay, undisturbed and unnoticed for now.
She hadn’t been able to meet his eye when she had reopened her own, instead she had glanced down as her wings began to move until they were flared upwards at her sides and finally she looks at him. The silver of her eyes hiding her pupils as the shock begins to wear off and the fury reappears. She finally holds her head defiantly as the red stars around her pulse with light.
The Thane of the North bares her white teeth at the man she had once (still) loved. Inside, she feels those phantom lightning strikes and the ragged remains of her heart frantically try to escape the black cloud of rage. They fail. “Where is my son?” She asks with eerie calmness and starts to advance towards him, her wings still outstretched and intention clearly written across her face. Gale had killed her, killed whatever hope for life she had left, but her destruction had truly started with the handsome gilded stallion before her. She knew what it was like to love a dragon, what would murdering one feel like?
-- Ciri
@Amet