Beqanna - Beach

Remember You Are Dust

Tue, 26 Mar 2024 19:42:54 +0000

The end comes for her.

She has been here many times before, on these sandy shores, releasing her deepest regrets to those that she has lost. Her mother Karaugh, twisted and cruel, had met her demise for her wickedness. Deserved it some would say. Her father Rhonen, the harborer of the plague that leached out onto the lands, he has walked these shores too. She had tried that day, to save him as Carnage demanded all others to destroy him. She remembers her screaming out to him now, her own son Zain sucking the health from her for his own ambitions. What has become of him now she is unsure, but she assumes it is no good. There was a bit of his father Levi in him, self-serving bastard.

As her body wilts like the rose, she remembers Taiga, the Seeds of the great redwoods she so gently carried and planted within Beqanna to bring the Kingdom back from the raging fire and floods that destroyed it. Washed of their sins she assumed. It was only then the poison in her veins was lifted, and the gift of renewal given to her. How she loved watching the flora emerge around her, just as it does now. As her consciousness fades, the magic given to her seeps back into the world, leaving flowers of all sorts sprouting around her sienna body that has become creased and grey with age. She was a legend here in her own right. A legend that will not fade but become immortalized within the salt of the sea breeze, the sweetness of the grass and the dust of the earth into which they all return.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

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Here lies Kolera, the forest nymph of Beqanna

Kolera

Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

Demons vs Angels | Private

Tue, 20 Feb 2024 00:42:42 +0000

He has been here many times searching the endless sands. It is not to find someone he has lost, nor is it to lose himself. He does not seek the wounded or diseased. To take away their agony and suffering would be too much of a kindness. No, here he finds those without purpose. Lost in their own way but not yet to the sands. He reaches for them, offering them salvation...

It is not what the mare he watches now offers. No, it is much the opposite. Instead of giving life, he takes it. She walks between the injured and diseased, a life-giving angel, promising to heal their wounds, their sickness, if they so wish it. The undead thing simply observes the gowned lady. His twisted mind wonders just what a magic of hers would taste like. His eyes glow a bright ember hue at the thoughts. He could repair years of life's wear in one feeding.

His plan is that of trickery and deception. A being of his appearance would surely steal her attention and so he simply slips from the shadows and onto the shoreline. His gate is fumbled. Short and jaunty. In his acting he falls forward onto his knees not far from where she paces. His eyes do not raise as he hears her hoofbeats nearing. Neither do they raise when she offers her services. Sir, would you like me to help you? His lips twist into a devilish grin as he unleashes his own powers upon her. The dark magic grips at her delicate throat, stealing her very breath. It plunges into her chest as he now rises from the sands. "Yes. Yes I would," he replies with a dark musing. His magic holds her still, wrapping its intangible claws around her heart. He feels it beat ever weaker as he drains her life force, but she is strong. It sends pulses of energy into him with each pump as she fights back. Her magic feeding his as she tries to repair herself. But he just drains it faster. Decades of time erase from his body, renewing him to a much younger, fitter, former self. She tastes just as sweet as he imagined she would.

He does not lose himself in his control. He is calculating, cunning and conniving in his acts. He sees this as an opportunity that he does not allow himself often enough. A progeny is what he seeks now. Her magics combined with his could make a formidable pairing. An evil chuckle escapes his grotesque lips as he uses her in more mortal ways. A carrier of his seed.

When he is through with her, she collapses to the whitewash beach. He circles above her like the vulture he is. Watching as her eyes close before lowering his lips to her ears and whispers demonically, "I will be back for what is mine... See you soon Love." His, nearly whole, body walks off and back to his homelands...

Zain

ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS

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This Isn't Goodbye; Not Yet

Tue, 13 Feb 2024 15:34:48 +0000

AuroraElis

The whitewash sands of the Beach has been home for far too long. They stretch for eternity and each day she simply walks. Crescent moons pressed into the sands trail behind her, only to be lapped up by the to and fro of the waters, erasing her very existence. She is but an Angel here amongst the dead and dying. She offers her services to those that wish them. Healing wounds of war and loosening the grip of disease. Those that decline or are far too gone, their bodies riddle the shoreline, festering before they are swallowed up by time. Time is all we have, and she has spent too much of it lost in her sorrows.

She looks out of place in this land. Her gown of emerald feathers is vibrant and shines under the light of the moon tonight. She moves slowly along the path that should be well beaten by her daily pacing, but it is renewed with each wave. She finds it both ironic and inspiring tonight; how the tread of years upon the shores can be forgiven so easily. As if each rush of water and sand filling in the holes is a rendition of her life. A life filled with holes. Holes that had been filled by those she loved and created by those very loved ones. The biggest crater in her heart is that of her love, Diablo. Why had she not been there to save him like she had done to countless others? Truthfully, she blames herself. She has yet to forgive herself like the waves have forgiven her trespasses upon their shores.

Perhaps she has lingered here so long because she had hoped to see him again. Not accepting the fate that had fallen upon him, them. Maybe she had felt purpose here that filled those holes they had left within her. She hadn't even had the strength to raise their children. The children she had always wanted but not this way. Not alone. She wallows in self-pity; it wasn't like her. She was stronger than this. Better than this. There had to be something more for her in this life or why had she held onto it for so long? She could have just ended it. Walked out into the sea to be swallowed. Forgotten like so many others. Her pacing stops then and her elegant face casts to the skies. Amber eyes scan the heavens as if looking for the answers she seeks. The galaxies twist in glorious colors of pink and purple tonight but they remain silent.

She exhales deeply as she closes her eyes. "Give me a sign please," she begs into the crisp night air.

Not All That Glitters is Gold

Through The Storm

Thu, 13 Jul 2023 19:07:32 +0000

She went through a hurricane and stormy weather from Iceland on a ship and it was shipwrecked at the Bermuda Triangle
Álfadis survived by swimming to land and she had no idea how on earth she ended here alive after the hurricane that drowned the ship she had been on.
Other animals had died but only few lived and she helped them to this beach.
Her snowy white coat was wet and she had few bloody wounds but she would be alright.
She looked over to her companion a dog that had survived with her he was a border collie black and white.
His name was Sparrow.
"Sparrow what shall we do now then? Sparrow nuzzled at her and said, "I think we should walk further
for a bit and then rest when the night falls.

Álfadis nodded and walked ahead at the long beach line with the dog running beside her.

'tis time

Tue, 28 Mar 2023 18:48:03 +0000

I should probably make these official bc they should all be dead anyway XD

Andrew
Charlote
Cherry Blossom
Danica
Enico
Ennui
Indiscreet
Ixchel
Jannali
Jocasta
Kittyn
Nightsins
Obsideo
Osanna
Parvati
Penner
Scream Bloody Murder
Secret of Arabia
Secret's Promise
Yelena

Your smile was always home to me

Mon, 04 Oct 2021 19:15:56 +0000

Death thread: https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30299

tantalize

I make excuses to stay away from home
I'm looking for an answer in my heart
I'm looking for a fresh start
I need a reason to keep on living in the city

RIP Tantalize
First of her name Khaleesi of the Amazons
Daughter of No Crosses Count & Novae
Mother to Vindictive, Bardot, Cersei, and Obscene
Twin Flame to Offspring

To my children: I was never a good mother and I won't pretend I am one now. But I loved you, all of you, in my own way. Ob and Bardot... Do not mourn for me. This is what I wanted.

To the fallen Amazons & sisters: I've always missed the sisterhood. There are things I regret, things I would have done differently in retrospect, but at least you can't say my rule was anything close to boring. And besides, I left a lasting mark on the legacy didn't I?

Nazul, Nativity, Eichon: Bloodriders till the end.

Landen: A shame we never got to see what could be after the Alliance. I hope you've found your own peace, wherever you are, my friend.

Lion: *middle finger*

Nayl: Thank you for giving me a place to belong in Nerine despite your misgivings in my choice of men. You are missed.

The Curse: I told you... You will not touch my son

Obsidio: You are my first grandchild and I'm sorry I won't be around to watch you grow up. Life is a hard choice but when it gets hard, just know I'll be looking over you.

To the friends I've made along the way and any I've missed: It's been a wild ride but I've, mostly, enjoyed the stories we've made along the way.

Offspring: How I missed you <3

i know the rules, the weaker trees bend

Mon, 05 Apr 2021 04:52:45 +0000

She wakes as though from a dreamless sleep, and when she tries to remember who she is there is only one word that settles like moth inside her thoughts. Capture. Except it is more than just a word, it is a name - her name - and she can remember that it had belonged to her. But she cannot remember who gave it to her, cannot remember which lips spoke it. She can remember the ocean though, and the softness of someone's wings. She remembers, if she thinks hard enough, that there is so much more waiting to be found inside her head. But these memories are all in pieces, and the fragments she can pick up and cling to mean nothing when they are scattered outside their constellations.

So she puts them down again, turns from this forgetting that rises like an ache inside her head.

Maybe it is best not to know how she lived and how she died.
Maybe it is enough to be alive again.

She rises from the water, finding her feet as unsteadily as if she had literally been reborn. But the water has always been home, always a friend, and so she pulls it close against her chest until she wears it like armor against the jagged pieces of memories still trying to poke holes in her heart. She is still blind in this second life, still adrift in a world of unfamiliarity, but it is nothing new and so she does not balk from it.

With no one there to see her, no one who might be waiting, the steel and green mare follows the curve of the shore until it carries her to a river and into the heart of the continent where she is swallowed once more.

I KNOW THE RULES; THE WEAKER TREE BENDS
capture

to wake up

Fri, 02 Apr 2021 01:10:40 +0000

She had been dead for so much longer than she had ever lived. Her short time walking the world had been a mere blip - like she had nothing more than a mayfly. She vaguely remembered being bothered by this, at first - that she had not thought it was fair that she should have died so quickly and so young.

But then time moved on and she had grown so used to the afterlife. She had seen so many others come and go, seen her parents arrive and then depart. Until it felt like her existence in the afterlife was the only permanent thing in the entire world.

When the doorway first opened, she shied away from it. Here was a chance to regain what had been taken from her but she no longer harboured any desire for it. The shadowy world where she was nothing but a soul among millions of others.

And yet…

After some time, she had drifted a little closer to it.

And yet…

She had felt the pull of a life she had barely gotten to know.

If the world on the otherside of that doorway had been a world of bright sunshine, perhaps the contrast would have been too great. It would have been easier to remain where she was, in the muted world she knew.

In the end, she did not give herself the chance to debate. She had simply flowed from one shadowy world and into the next.

Returning to life, feeling her heart beat and her lungs drag in air brought her crashing to the sand. It was overwhelming, having her body alive and feeling her senses slam back into her. The scent of the beach, the scent of death, helped to ground her. Helped prevent her from turning right back around and heading into the afterlife where everything was a comfortable thrum of grey nothingness.

When she stood, she didn’t let herself look back at the doorway - didn’t give herself that temptation.

When she stood, Risa made the decision to give life a second chance.

idk what I'm doing.

Oh, what fickle flame

Tue, 30 Mar 2021 02:49:23 +0000

The very last thing Tiberios remembered was the sensation of running down the beach. When he’d risen after death in the afterlife, the rest of what had happened was erased entirely from his mind like it’d never happened. One second he’d been alive, the next he’d been dead, and everything else began to slowly fade away after that. How or why he’d died never was spelled out for him, though he’d tried questioning other wraiths in the beginning before giving up the question entirely. What did it matter how he’d died, or why he’d passed away? He was dead and that was it.

And for a dead horse things went exactly as expected.

Pain wasn’t an issue anymore. The stretch of burnt skin scarring one side of his body didn’t irritate him like it used to when he’d been alive, which would’ve been a relief if he felt things at all. There wasn’t hunger or sadness, he just kind of went about his business being dead and kept to himself on an endless travel across the afterlife’s grayscape. Who knows how long a time passed before he started to realize something wasn’t right, but when he noticed it Tiberios began to build something like a concern inside of his otherwise blank mind.

It felt wrong. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but Tiberios was pretty certain he wasn’t supposed to be in the Afterlife anymore. Didn’t horses pass on, he wondered? Wasn’t there something else, or was this it? The concern grew and pressured, hardening itself into a detached belief that he was missing something important, something he’d forgotten about in death that clung to him in life, and it sent him back across the monochromatic fields of quiet spirit lands, back to the beginning (or end) of it all on the beach.

When at last his hooves sunk into the sand, Tiberios stopped and looked out across the dull waves and their never-ceasing motion, panting with a hot sort of excitement because he could feel the diamond in his chest fissuring as if it were about to explode. He was there, on the precipice of some great understanding he just knew it, but it evaded him and frustrated him to no end. What was he missing? What had happened here so long ago? Why was the promised peace of eternal rest avoiding him, making him suffer like this?

He remembered running down the beach, so he picked up his hooves and pushed off into a canter, following the memory, and when he did the veil split, the fabric between worlds opened just for a moment, and Tiberios found himself spat out again into a world very different from the one he left, with no sense of direction and no explanation why.

He slid his hooves (solid hooves, hooves that cut into the sand to stop him from crashing into the ocean) and flung his head (a robust, roughly-featured head with the flare of gold running rampant down his nose) in surprise. With the curling wind tangling his locs and the howling noises of the world cast in eternal darkness to spur him on, Tiberios pranced up the beach with his nostrils full of the stench of decay and there he paused, heart hammering away inside his chest.

Pain told him he was alive. The way his intestines twisted themselves into a hungry knot confirmed it; in disbelief he felt everything that he’d forgotten could exist and tried not to lose his mind during the process, feeling it fray away at the edges while he stumbled through wilted seagrasses. He was clinging to the loose threads, shying at every sound or tickling touch, trying to make sense of it all when something leapt free from the darkness and lunged at him. Tiberios turned a hairsbreadth before it was on him, watching the thing land instead on the ground with a hellish snarl and curled back where the stallion could peer down and see its form in the dinge of the red Eclipse light.

It was a wolf, black with eyes like frozen shards of ice, and its lips curled up in a wicked smile.

The diamond in Tiberios’ chest exploded, and the shards of everything he’d nearly forgotten came back to him the instant they pierced his waking thoughts.

“It was you.” Was the first thing Tiberios said, and it came out with such conviction and clarity that you would hardly believe he’d been a total mess minutes ago. He slid his forelegs apart from one another and dropped his ears, and when the wolf lunged he was ready.

Tiberios waited until the thing took its first bite, and then without warning he erupted in flames that engulfed the both of them with liquid, burning light. From a mile away it could be seen, flames of pure white that licked the black sky and spelled death with their curling tongues. Of the two creatures only one screamed in agony, and of the two creatures only one was left standing when the burst finally extinguished a moment later. Tiberios, standing in a wide pile of ash that quickly rose and made off with the wind, frowned and narrowed his eyes.

It was all too easy. Too straightforward for him to trust at face value. He might've just come back to life and that might've been a wolf, but it wasn't the same wolf from before... couldn't be. That one had been a horse at first. And this world... this wasn't Beqanna, was it? Tipping his golden nose toward the sky, Tiberios examined the eclipse in quiet contemplation and reminded himself that up until this very moment he'd just been a set of bones washed out to sea -- he'd seen it himself from the void. Now, for whatever reason, he was here and alive in the flesh.

Speaking of, the scar that covered his left cheek itched; there would be time for contemplation later, when he'd gathered his bearings and built up the appropriate amount of rage necessary for a revenge long-overdue. For now he turned a mauled and ugly body to the north, unsure if that was the right direction he was supposed to be going in and simultaneously sure of it because where else would he go, stepped out of the ash ring and into the grass that swallowed him whole, and left the beach as he should've done over a decade ago: whole, alive, and burning brighter than ever.

wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand -- crowns

Tue, 03 Nov 2020 03:32:43 +0000

eight

He had left him in the dark - the barren lightbulb of magic glowing dim, the little thing fading in the darkening of the night. The magician could grow attached to things, should time let him. He preferred not to let it be so. Small moments of manipulation, snippets of snark, times of torture: these were what he knew best. Lure the lad away and feel the might of magic flow through him - but any more and he would be lost. Eight left the iced child to be in his own euphoric comedown. Some things are better meant to realize alone.
Time can change things. Even more so, magic can change things (change you, yourself, your surroundings, your everything and anything). Eight cannot remember time anymore - it is a construct unknown - it is why he blinks himself into the cosmos to spend eons away. There is too much in knowing you will live forever, it is a heavy taste in knowing you will never meet soil; you will only make a mark on souls. Perhaps time was making him soft - but the magician did not want to be the one to tell the boy that the only thing before him would be loss, leftovers, and the unending life before him.
He appears quiet in the soundless snow that stretches across the sand - it aches with want, the sullen, and untouched land around them. His tentacles reach out, beckoning and calling - drawing on the skin of the little thing. Coime, come, come. He calls him to the dashed beach, the land of bones and rot - the decayed and dying. The boy would hear it - Eight knows this much, his magic cannot be pushed off so easily. But how would he get here?
He wait. And he offers no greeting when the boy shows- no kind regards - simply:
“What do you say now, boy? Are you still you?”
He had watched from afar - the maneuvering through this new marrow magic. He had forgotten the intricacies - the fight to survive, the struggle to strongarm each new tactic and trait. His magic was a part of him now, he could not fathom feeling the thrumming through him, the ability for every whim to be his. What was it like to be fumbling and foolish in the might of magic?

mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy smirk

@[crowns]

i thought this place was an empire

Thu, 24 Sep 2020 11:45:14 +0000

Here lies Celina.
Third daughter of Wolfbane and Lepis.
Princess of Taiga, Follower of the Curse.

Her single regret is being unable to see Nashua win the Alliance.

celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type

and i hope that you remember me.

Mon, 14 Sep 2020 03:50:39 +0000

GHAUL

And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire

Even before he was born, he knew he would face the fire. What he didn't expect was the desperate screaming that it would draw out of him. Ghaul dies with no regrets and no apologies, just as he lived.

Now he rests and waits patiently for the Pangeans to join him in the great beyond. Maybe they can do it all over again here.

The eleventh hour

Thu, 10 Sep 2020 02:50:29 +0000

Shipka

Most likely, this is not what Aloy would have intended if she had given Shipka any real encouragement or guidance on travelling. It is unlikely that she would have sent her here, to this place with bone-white sand and black sea, both stained dark with rot and the destruction of so many souls. Death walks here and no-one else.

Almost no-one.

The girl is silent as she observes the sickly land around her, even the sand underfoot feels strange and wrong, feels damp far enough away from the swelling tide that in any other place, it would be quite dry. Her lips are drawn into a firm line, her ears turned back slightly and long slender legs take their steps carefully, picking a trail between cracked ribs and macabre grinning skulls. A small one tucked in among the others so clearly belonged to a child and the crushed eye socket tells more of its sad tale than she wants to know. Shipka stops, sickened, her breath caught in her throat.

No...

Naive girl. The bones are white and weathered and show their age. They have lain quiet longer than her own bones have existed. With the early twilight growing, her magic floods her veins again like fire and the girl calls a silver thread of starlight like diamonds to wrap the bones in a child's shape. There are missing pieces, but it doesn't matter, there's no soul inside the puppet she has made, yet a glittering foal with stars for eyes finds its clumsy shining feet and stands before her, flicking starlight from its curling tail.

"You're beautiful." Shipka murmurs softly, pressing her dark nose to the child's radiant brow, "and this is no place for a child. Go play somewhere else."

The starchild bucks and broncs, leaping forward in silence, only the soft sound of bone dropping onto the sand - and that is enough like hooves to not matter - finding the girl's tense ears which quiver invisibly against the night sky, and then they light upon the trail of starlight that teems from the sky and gallop off into the deepening darkness. Shipka knows it will not make it as high as the stars, the same as she knows that there are only empty bones wearing a starlight shell, but it soothes her to see the shattered child escape. It soothes her to imagine that by the time her magic runs out, it will be in a softer place, a gentler one than this.

This is no place for a child. Not even a dead one. Frowning softly, she turns her gaze out to the horizon to find comfort among the stars, and it is there, gleaming and brilliant, but something else is there, too. Something new.

Something wrong.

Photo by guille pozzi on Unsplash

[Ten]

bad luck from birth to death

Wed, 24 Jun 2020 11:53:00 +0000

Here lies Skyefall, son of no one important, father of Blackwater.

May his death be a lesson to all young colts out there -- keep your pride tucked, or the mare might turn around and fucking murder you after you get done boning her.

SKYFALL

sins of the father

we're up in flames

Fri, 22 May 2020 03:13:22 +0000

cRess

like a house on fire we're up in flames; i'd burn here if that's what it takes

HERE LIES CRESS
Once princess of the Valley
Daughter of Oxytocin and Kindling
Mother to Rhaenyra, Flamebrand, Dawn, Ravine, and Frenzy
Lover to Flamevein
Friend to many

To my children: I love all of you dearly, more than words could possibly express. Ravine, I’m coming home. Rhae, I hope you are well, wherever you are. Flamebrand, I am sorry we never reconnected, but I see your beautiful family and I love you all. Dawn, my Dawn, keep on keeping on. All of your children are beautiful and perfect and you are more blessed than you’ll ever realize. And to my darling Frenzy, who never got to know me at all, I love you, my dear. Be strong for me.

To my siblings and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, too numerous to name: I love you all. Go forth and prosper, and never forget where you came from.

To my father: I’m sorry, I did it again. I keep disappointing you, but know that I am looking down and I still love you. You are still strong.

To my mother: I’m not sure I ever forgave you, but honestly… could you blame me?

Flamevein: I still miss you with every breath. You taught me strength and how to let go, but I will love you always. May we meet again one day in death.

Ledger: You never met our wonderful daughter, and for that I am sad. She is a great woman now, and maybe one day you’ll come back and meet her.

Tiphon: Thank you for being a friend and companion when I desperately needed someone.

Castile: I liked you, even if you did go a little crazy there at the end.

Leliana: I cannot thank you enough for being my friend, my very best friend. I miss you, and I wish that I could’ve seen you again, one last time.

Rhaegor: You were like a son to me. I love you and miss you, and I pray the changing seasons bring you happier times.

To anyone else: I am sorry if I have forgotten you. I’ve known hundreds of names and faces over my years, and even if your name slips my mind right now, I still care for you as I did the day we met.

Yadigar: I meant what I said. I forgive you. Take good care of your sister.

Goodbye.