03-05-2022, 08:42 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Through the flames of her unrelenting anger, she stalks towards the golden stallion that had once been her entire world. Such a strong thing to admit for someone of time and space. She can see the ripple of movement beneath those bronze scales and a dark laugh slips from her mouth as she strides closer, the stars that surround her twinkling in time with the noise. It had been such a long time since anyone had been scared of her, feared her, she had forgotten what it felt like. She had been prey for so long and her anger flickers and fades, just for a second. Enough to make her halt right in front of him instead of throwing herself at him as she had previously intended.
It doesn’t last. Nothing ever lasts since that rage had found a home in her chest. Not since Gale had eaten her stars, fouled her connection to the heavens. Not since she had died and that trauma wove itself into the very fiber of her being, an ordeal she still cannot bring herself to face. There had always been a tremor of darkness in her, what made her able to battle monsters. Why, deep down, this fight with Gale she longs for as much as she fears it.
It’s what helps her face Amet now, the frantic spiraling of her silver eyes looking up into the tall stallions familiar face. Familiar... And yet a stranger. There is a longing to simply bury herself into his warm scales as if the centuries had never happened but the trembling across her body comes from the internal fight that’s straining against her torn chest. The one that wants to destroy him in every single way she’s been torn down. Perhaps he too can be rebuilt as she had, the Dark Star.
”Traveling.” He says and it’s said so nonchalant, a father who knows his son’s movements because of their bond… The one she doesn’t have. She had tried to build one when she had found him only to have herself snatched from that world too. And then there was Jah-Lilah who had shocked her with the way she had stood in her way. There is a brief flash of bright grief against the steel of her gaze, disappearing as quickly as it came as the emotion is fed to the fuel of her anger. Stoking that fire which appears on the curled corner of her snarling lips.
“I found him you know.” She says in that soft eeriness, looking up at him with her wings still arching up behind her. Not realizing that a faint light was beginning to emit from her many, many scars. “In that other world. Eternal. Him…. And Jah.” What answers did she need? For a moment she simply stares at him. “Was it you? Was it you that told her to keep him from me? Or did she come up with that plan herself?”
Suddenly answers don’t seem that important anymore. It had been a few days since she had ran into that stallion Kestrell who had managed to somehow get under her savaged skin. Since she had flown to the Mountain and been met by the fairy who had simply told her “Well Done” and vanished. She hadn’t felt any different, nothing had changed. It wasn’t possible for her to get any angrier than she already was. She had accepted that she would never heal. Now, with him here before her willingly wanting to talk to her… She realized that she truly had nothing left to lose anymore.
She realizes that even though she had been brought back to life, she could no longer live.
The connection to her shield still feels wrong but for the first time in years, she opens it. It doesn’t matter that the sun is rising behind her, she forces it just as she had the last time she had used it. Thick oily shadows are intertwined with the galaxies and burning stars that build around her, builds around them, as she grits her teeth and forces the magic to work. Sweat already builds beneath her windswept mane, the light coming from her scars beginning to grow stronger, and her gaze never wavers from his as she sneers at him. As she traps him in her black hole and keeps all others out. It doesn’t occur to her that she had never been able to do this before, her mind is everywhere and nowhere. Her heart is darkness. She sees only the red of her stars.
Will he fight her? Worse, would he smother her? He had never done it before but with a thrill of anticipation she hopes he will. To give her that final push into doing something she could never come back from. Phantom lightning strikes in her chest when she launches at him with teeth and hooves, attempting to strike his unguarded shoulder before dancing away. She refuses to turn her back to him and circles around him with an angry hiss. “Do you know what it’s like to die Amet?” She sings to him and her voice sounds strange, blackness creeping into her heart, body, and soul. “I do.” She whispers just as she launches at him again. It seemed only fair, that it was his turn.
Something else stirs behind the white-hot coals of fury, something that begins to pulse alongside the frantic rhythm of her bewildered heart. Something that begins to work through the black slickness of her shield, something that keeps pushing light through her scars. An unnatural brightness that reaches from the other side of her connection and begins to push the darkness back.
It doesn’t last. Nothing ever lasts since that rage had found a home in her chest. Not since Gale had eaten her stars, fouled her connection to the heavens. Not since she had died and that trauma wove itself into the very fiber of her being, an ordeal she still cannot bring herself to face. There had always been a tremor of darkness in her, what made her able to battle monsters. Why, deep down, this fight with Gale she longs for as much as she fears it.
It’s what helps her face Amet now, the frantic spiraling of her silver eyes looking up into the tall stallions familiar face. Familiar... And yet a stranger. There is a longing to simply bury herself into his warm scales as if the centuries had never happened but the trembling across her body comes from the internal fight that’s straining against her torn chest. The one that wants to destroy him in every single way she’s been torn down. Perhaps he too can be rebuilt as she had, the Dark Star.
”Traveling.” He says and it’s said so nonchalant, a father who knows his son’s movements because of their bond… The one she doesn’t have. She had tried to build one when she had found him only to have herself snatched from that world too. And then there was Jah-Lilah who had shocked her with the way she had stood in her way. There is a brief flash of bright grief against the steel of her gaze, disappearing as quickly as it came as the emotion is fed to the fuel of her anger. Stoking that fire which appears on the curled corner of her snarling lips.
“I found him you know.” She says in that soft eeriness, looking up at him with her wings still arching up behind her. Not realizing that a faint light was beginning to emit from her many, many scars. “In that other world. Eternal. Him…. And Jah.” What answers did she need? For a moment she simply stares at him. “Was it you? Was it you that told her to keep him from me? Or did she come up with that plan herself?”
Suddenly answers don’t seem that important anymore. It had been a few days since she had ran into that stallion Kestrell who had managed to somehow get under her savaged skin. Since she had flown to the Mountain and been met by the fairy who had simply told her “Well Done” and vanished. She hadn’t felt any different, nothing had changed. It wasn’t possible for her to get any angrier than she already was. She had accepted that she would never heal. Now, with him here before her willingly wanting to talk to her… She realized that she truly had nothing left to lose anymore.
She realizes that even though she had been brought back to life, she could no longer live.
The connection to her shield still feels wrong but for the first time in years, she opens it. It doesn’t matter that the sun is rising behind her, she forces it just as she had the last time she had used it. Thick oily shadows are intertwined with the galaxies and burning stars that build around her, builds around them, as she grits her teeth and forces the magic to work. Sweat already builds beneath her windswept mane, the light coming from her scars beginning to grow stronger, and her gaze never wavers from his as she sneers at him. As she traps him in her black hole and keeps all others out. It doesn’t occur to her that she had never been able to do this before, her mind is everywhere and nowhere. Her heart is darkness. She sees only the red of her stars.
Will he fight her? Worse, would he smother her? He had never done it before but with a thrill of anticipation she hopes he will. To give her that final push into doing something she could never come back from. Phantom lightning strikes in her chest when she launches at him with teeth and hooves, attempting to strike his unguarded shoulder before dancing away. She refuses to turn her back to him and circles around him with an angry hiss. “Do you know what it’s like to die Amet?” She sings to him and her voice sounds strange, blackness creeping into her heart, body, and soul. “I do.” She whispers just as she launches at him again. It seemed only fair, that it was his turn.
Something else stirs behind the white-hot coals of fury, something that begins to pulse alongside the frantic rhythm of her bewildered heart. Something that begins to work through the black slickness of her shield, something that keeps pushing light through her scars. An unnatural brightness that reaches from the other side of her connection and begins to push the darkness back.
-- Ciri
@Amet