Israfel
The ghosts of her past brought her here.
The sound of crashing waves is like music to her ears, the sharp, slanted crags of cliff side a picture of perfection. They were all familiar, reminiscent to the World's Edge of Helovia. To home. To her life before. It was the first semblance of normality in her life since, well... Since her death, and then her resurrection, coming back to a world that was new, frightening, and unfamiliar.
Israfel had not asked to die. She had not fought brilliantly and bravely to her death, nor had she stood against tyranny or oppression before meeting her end. The reasons behind her very own death were a mystery to the Sun Daughter, and they left her wanting. Questions formulated in her mind, gathering and fermenting, yet remained unanswered. Perhaps they never would be answered, and the simple thought was enough to douse her heart in melancholy and doubt. This world was not Helovia, and while a part of her, the new part of her, realized that and understood the implications that this could never be Helovia and that she needed to move on, the innocent child of her mind scrabbled in denial, in fear of change and her lack of ability to adapt.
A heavy breath left parted lips, rose-petal pink in color. The Daughter of the Sun stood among the flatlands overlooking the rocky crags, fiery vermilion eyes peering down at the churning, crashing waves down below. Her wings were stretched out, ripe alabaster and gold, stretching out to simply feel the breeze filter through every feather, the tips of grand wings brushing the ground in her languid stretch. Had she the heart, Israfel would have realized it looked suspiciously like she might be preparing to jump to the sharp rocks below and changed her posture, but... Alas. Still, the thought brought a quirked sort of grin to pale pink lips. The breeze tousled the gilded strands of her mane, creating a wild look of disarray that she would have once loathed, but Israfel, well... She was learning that there was much more to life than her appearance, pride, and ego.
She had arrived to this cliff side by accident, by chance, only an hour ago. The sun was setting, creating a picturesque display before her very eyes. The breeze carried with it the taste of salt, and she relished in it. Slowly, the gilded maiden lifted her head, striking vermilion eyes sliding closed, and let herself feel the world around her. For now, she would absorb the world around her before resting for the night, and come dawn's first light would she continue her venture with no destination.
The sound of crashing waves is like music to her ears, the sharp, slanted crags of cliff side a picture of perfection. They were all familiar, reminiscent to the World's Edge of Helovia. To home. To her life before. It was the first semblance of normality in her life since, well... Since her death, and then her resurrection, coming back to a world that was new, frightening, and unfamiliar.
Israfel had not asked to die. She had not fought brilliantly and bravely to her death, nor had she stood against tyranny or oppression before meeting her end. The reasons behind her very own death were a mystery to the Sun Daughter, and they left her wanting. Questions formulated in her mind, gathering and fermenting, yet remained unanswered. Perhaps they never would be answered, and the simple thought was enough to douse her heart in melancholy and doubt. This world was not Helovia, and while a part of her, the new part of her, realized that and understood the implications that this could never be Helovia and that she needed to move on, the innocent child of her mind scrabbled in denial, in fear of change and her lack of ability to adapt.
A heavy breath left parted lips, rose-petal pink in color. The Daughter of the Sun stood among the flatlands overlooking the rocky crags, fiery vermilion eyes peering down at the churning, crashing waves down below. Her wings were stretched out, ripe alabaster and gold, stretching out to simply feel the breeze filter through every feather, the tips of grand wings brushing the ground in her languid stretch. Had she the heart, Israfel would have realized it looked suspiciously like she might be preparing to jump to the sharp rocks below and changed her posture, but... Alas. Still, the thought brought a quirked sort of grin to pale pink lips. The breeze tousled the gilded strands of her mane, creating a wild look of disarray that she would have once loathed, but Israfel, well... She was learning that there was much more to life than her appearance, pride, and ego.
She had arrived to this cliff side by accident, by chance, only an hour ago. The sun was setting, creating a picturesque display before her very eyes. The breeze carried with it the taste of salt, and she relished in it. Slowly, the gilded maiden lifted her head, striking vermilion eyes sliding closed, and let herself feel the world around her. For now, she would absorb the world around her before resting for the night, and come dawn's first light would she continue her venture with no destination.
Dusk Joining thread! <3
