burn through my love, i've had quite enough Violet eyes gazed up at the sky with a cool breeze intruding into his lungs. He shivered as the cold air mixed into his burning chest. It helped to suffocate the worry in which burned at his core. Despite that, he knew well another tide would come crawling in soon enough.The trees, everything that surrounded began to flicker. It seemed his mind reached out to be a part of the world once more, but his inner turmoil wanted it to follow its lead. Kauri sighed lightly; his sight gliding to Hydra as she thanked him again. Each time all he could do was give a look of confusion. Skull shook after hearing her partly dismiss his sentence. What was there not to believe? He had a heavy number over his head as opposed to what his prime appearance would have one think. Time favored the young, while the old simply fade away. A small chuckle sounded through his nose as the dame cracked a smile. His ears pricked afterwards, listening to where she supposedly belonged. Naturally, a small note flowed from his vocals. The Night Court, he judged the name of the realm. He related to Hydra in regards to the hesitation of calling one of these courts his home. It would be a strenuous adjustment, especially when he kept the hope of returning to his original home. He did not want to grow attached to anything nor get into any hardships this world has. But... that chance, that fear in which he could not return to his world. The light within his eye grew dim as hope crumbled away. His ears continued to tune into Hydra's words; his eyes glued to the ground. Kauri took in every bit of information, peering over at his company as she continued on. Interest piqued at the mention of no divine beings back at her home. Head was brought up from its drooping position, then it tilted. He prepared himself to venture back into his ravenous memories. When hearing her question him, he halted again. What about him? His story nearly touched a century; thoughts quickly flipping through the pages. No, he would not point to anything of his. Watching a butterfly flutter by, he closed his eyes and breathed. "I come from a world gone barren. The deserts swallowed everything and the kingdoms mere cesspools. I've always been alone upon those lands since that be the curse to my blessing," he told. The power he had could not be accessible to everyone. Those that wanted to live forever within a youthful glow had to wander lands across lands to encounter him, if fortunate. Even then, their trials were not over yet. And now that he stood in a world opposite of his own and forced away from what gave him purpose, all the former warden could do was let guilt eat at him till he lie nothing but a skeleton. "The deities were everything to the people. Every aspect of the world has a being tied to it. Time, knowledge, life, death, sky, sea... Mother oversees all and keeps the peace. And peaceful it all became once more," he informed. The stallion felt to be rambling at this point, so he shut his mouth on anymore of this matter before he went deeper and slip out the makes and breaks of his past. He'd shut his book and tuck it away into the corner of his mind; Kauri studying Hydra's face afterwards. "And so, the journey begins," he said the sentence slightly in a murmur. Looking to the creek far to the side of their path, he began closing in on the edge. With eyes able to see the running water more clearly, he laid down beside the stream, letting the lullaby of the water catch his wonder. One ear remained toward his company, awaiting words if she wish to speak more. @Hydra |
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HYDRA WAS OBLVIOUS to the years that Kauri had seen and the worlds that he must have walked. She was naïve despite her willingness to admit it. The two years she had spent in this existence seemed to yawn behind her in the way that only the young experience time. They manage to catch themselves in the mirage that time is quicksand, only to wake up one day with milky eyes and stiff limbs and wonder when it had loosened them from its snare.
The dun filly listened intently to Kauri, drinking in his words like a cup that never became full. She painted a desolate land in her mind as he spoke. It was made monochromatic by a beige blanket of desert sand where weathered trees that had long forgotten how to grow leaves stood as skeletal sentinels, though whatever they watched over had long since turned to dust. Curse to my blessing? She mulled this over, her expression unchanged while her mind chewed on the curious comment. After a moment, she tucked her nosiness into the folds of her sleepy mind and decided she would pry no more. She had asked him to hold a candle to the shadows of his past enough tonight, and he had been generous in sating her interest with cherry-picked details. “Indeed it does,” she replied quietly, letting her gaze fall trancelike to the creek rushing steadily beside them. They were bathed in the soothing steadiness of the bubbling creek as she digested what the stallion had spoken about deities and a divine intermingling of all things. Her attention returned to Kauri as he lay down, and only now did the weight of the night sky begin to feel like a comforting weight upon her shoulders. Her eyelids drooped and she circled once, twice, before settling in the cool autumn grass along the bank near the stallion so haunted by his past. Hydra did not fear his phantoms enveloping her dreams and rotting them into nightmares. She drew solace from the slim possibility that maybe - just maybe - her company might keep his wolves at bay if even for a night. It was all she could offer, for she knew her words would roll off of their inky pelts and fall flat at their feet. The dew had already formed, beading each blade with an intricate array of delicate jewels, and for a moment she wondered what they would look like as snowflakes. The crisp autumn air calmed her worries and the whirring cogs of her mind. “I hope you don’t mind some company…,” she murmured into the soft, damp pillow beneath her chin. Her deep brown eyes fell closed as she inhaled, and in that moment between sleep and consciousness, she smelled the lavender her mother had placed beneath her bed each night. Does she still...? She was asleep before she could finish her sentence, the thought an interlude to a dream of sea spray and rocks that sounded like rain as the waves ebbed and flowed against the shore. H Y D R A How the heavens they opened up Like arms of dazzling gold With our rain-washed histories well, we do not need to be told
@Kauri Hope you don’t mind her drifting off – she’s feeling sleepy, liker her writer XD Figured we could wrap it up and possibly RP in the Night Court!
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