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silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Thana - 04-03-2020
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Even in the thick silver mist, Thana does not find the way to the pass by the glare of dull firelight or the soft-white light of stung up lights. The path is still outlined in char, young trees, and the memory of bones buried in the almost hard dirt beneath her hooves. All the suffering here has a weight to it, despite the fireworks exploding above her and the cheerful glow.
Thana can only see the memory of this place, the nightmare of it that the animals surely still see when they lay down to sleep. Beneath her hooves the resting bones quiver, drawn perhaps to the fury of her magic (or maybe it's the tenseness of her form, the way the air around her is a weighed thing and all the weighted creatures have always carried with them destruction). The tip of her tail whispers to them, dragging its long lines in the dirt; it promises all the violence they have already known, already suffered, already failed to survive.
The gloaming parts around the archway and the silver mist folds back against the gray stone and the glimmer of stained glass. Some part of Thana can see the beauty in it, the way it's open to the wind and the press of bodies moving through it like a flock of prey animals. But she can see the violence in it too, the way the trees are not tall enough to crown the peak of it.
It would be simpler, she thinks to keep the path open, to tuck the horror of their history into the dirt and soil where nature can reign supreme (it will in the end, it always does).
Where others move through, their eyes glazed in wonder and alight with the shine of fireworks, Thana only watches the darkness on the edge of it. There Eligos is walking, between the mountain lines and the nocturnal snow griffins who have shed off their hibernation at the sound of the explosives and cheering. It seems as if that darkness, trapped on the outside of this cacophony of light and sound is only waiting.
And so Thana waits with it.
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Corrdelia - 04-10-2020
@Thana <3
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Thana - 04-12-2020
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
There has always been this sweet and fermented tang that belongs to death, and Thana, and everything that the ground is rising up to meet. She can smell it on the wind now, that iron tang of old death, almost hidden by the bitter smell of herbs. Every drop of her magic laced blood leans towards the coming death in the same way a root might reach for the current of a river in a drought.
And if she's surprised to see the silver mare peel out of the gloaming mist Thana does not show it. The hungry lines of her features remain hollow, and wanting, and tinged with a lilac longing.
“Hello Corrdelia.” She says the words between one firework and the next. Her heart thunders with the echo of them as she steps closer to the dead thing perched on the mare's shoulder. The magic in her blood trembles like a starving thing. It reaches out across the ground. Moss blooms with the fat heads of warms. Rocks break down to glittering dust as her tail drags across the ground. Roots curl inwards beneath the too heavy weight of her shadow. For all the beauty above them, and before them, there is an inverted mirror of it below her feet. Decay and glory, death and celebration. Thana's teeth ache for the feeling of it.
Eligos presses through the darkness to join her, his lips curling back at the memory of violence clinging to the grotesque lines of the dead crow. The sand below his paws vibrates faintly with an echo of the violence leaking out into the smoke and ash floating down around them like pillowed clouds of suffering. He steps closer to the pegasus with a look of terrible curiosity in the tightness of his spine.
Perhaps if she had been born instead of made she would have understood the madness of the mare. Perhaps if her blood wasn't racing towards the dead thing like a river she would have understood the ways of empathy. Perhaps if she was any else but a unicorn made for rending the cells of this world apart she would have offered comfort.
Instead all she says is, “your crow is dead”, with her teeth still aching behind her tight lips.
Thana steps closer, close enough to see better the lines stitched between sinew and feathers. Her magic roars furiously in her skin at the perversion. The dead belong to the rot, not to the bitter and sweet magic of herbs. “Did you not notice?” Her violent crown of bone trembles on her brow with the need to rip the corpse down into dust and loam. She restrains herself—barely. Fury is flashing unchecked in her violet eyes.
And then ground around them turns black and hard, and the trees start to wilt and bow their crowns towards the curl of her spine.
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Corrdelia - 04-24-2020
@Thana <3
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Thana - 05-07-2020
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
The twilight seems like such a thin thing against the wrath rising in her chest like a molten ball of light. Her skin feels too warm here, in the forest with the dead-bird and the mare fallen to madness, and she wants to shed it like snake-skin. The quiver of her spine has nothing to do with the chill of an early summer-night, or with the way Corrdelia seems to look more into the edges of her than the soul of her.
It has everything to do with hunger, and death, and the magic whispering like vines around her rib-cage for her to step closer and lay her lips against the corpse.
“Dead things do not speak. Not even though bonds.” She does not step closer, although the need to dissolve the bird and lay it to rest rises and crests in her like a wave in a hurricane. Later she'll say it was the smell of the meadow, and the forest, clinging to the mare that stopped her.
Later she will dream of dissolving flesh, feathers and bones.
Thana tilts her head towards the lights, trying to find beauty and wonder in the colors. She can still only see the char-dust clinging to the roots. She can still feel the worm and the bones trembling, and begging, beneath the trail. Darkness pools in her vision and she closes her eyes so that there might be a white sting of lightning to dim this roar in her chest. It feels like she's coming apart bone by bone, inch by inch. Like she's shedding this form she's tried to take. Ipomoea should have known that she would be more reaper than regent, more monster than unicorn.
Eligos lays his cheek against her shoulder. He starts to purr. The vibration settles her in a way nothing else does anymore.
There is still that banked hunger and wrath when she looks back at the mare and her dead bird. It's nothing more than a bit of ember in the purple (and nothing more than a silent please). “I've been hunting.” There is not a smile in her voice. But is still a flash of teeth. Perhaps the polite thing to do would be to close the distance between them and welcome her as leader to citizen. Perhaps it would be better to do anything but carry on with this banked and hungry glare.
Thana tries to do neither. And evens whens he asks, “Have you continued painting?”, there is still a low snarl in the belly of her voice.
The need to unmake, and consume, and destroy is still ringing in her bones like warsong.
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Corrdelia - 05-28-2020
@Thana <3
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Thana - 06-01-2020
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
The itch just below her skin, the one that races across her sinew like a wound, does not settle at the sound of Corrdelia's voice. It grows teeth, and claws, and a spine of bones that does not bend. And it burrows into her form like worms into the dirt. Thana shivers at the feel of it, of the restlessness crawling down her insides like a sentient thing. She takes a step backward into the bright-lights of the archway-- anything, anything to keep her from moving closer to the mare.
A firework explodes over their heads, the ash spreading across the sky like a winter-cloud. Thana closes her eyes against the echo of the roar. She begs her heart to settle, and her hunger to sleep, and Eligos to cut lines in her skin so that she might feel pain instead of want.
Eligos drags his teeth across her hock and lines of red bloom against the surface of her skin. Thana sighs as the feeling of it as she opens her eyes towards all the colors bright enough to blind even at night.
But she does not smile, not even as she says, “I too live in Delumine now.” She does not ask the mare where she lives, or why she's come, it is enough to know that the forest holds both their secrets now. There is a comfort in that knowing and she takes another step back to the halo of fire-light and shimmering glass.
Her itch races down her spine, dragging the same lines as Eligos had in places no one her might see.
“Come.” Thana does not ask, not with the crowd starting to press into their spaces, and the crow starting to tilt wrongly upon Corrdelia's shoulder. Her hooves are walking before she makes the decision on where to go.
Perhaps it's why her voice rings out, on the other side of the archway, in a roaring echo against the creeping darkness. “We will find you paints in the markets.” Or perhaps the itch driving her forward is why she does not look back at the mare and her corpse to see if they are following her at all.
And maybe it's why her eyes look towards the pathway like a wolf looking at a deer trail in the thick forest.
RE: silent eons spent sleeping in the dark. - Corrdelia - 06-19-2020
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