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*Cold. It's always cold now. The sun grants no warmth or longing as it once used to. Silver hued eyes glance upwards, the sky a momentary blur prior to her pupils adjusting. She sits upon the edge of what is now a mere crater in the land, Vazr nuzzled against her legs before they dangle downwards. She scratches absently at his head as he attempts to careen her away from this place. He doesn't like her being so close to the blue stuff. Never mind the crater that looms below, if she gets wet, that means he'll inevitably get wet.
Resumed to the fact that his Mistress isn't budging, he curls up with a "Harumph!" and lays his head upon her lap.
Looking across the waters, the sun slowly descending as it's shift has ended, she closes her eyes and thinks back.
Five years. Has it been so long? Her hands tighten and then release their grip, dirt trailing through her thin fingers. She remembers going for her walk, she always loved to walk amongst the stars, the celestial always having been a positive force for her way of being. She remembers the stars had almost seem to fade as she wandered out beyond the boundaries of the Reclamation Hub and then that was all. No falling, no screams, no laughter in the night. Just...Nothingness.
Five years, she finds herself within the catacombs of cave works within the hillsides. Unknown to her was the time that had passed, and unknown to her was the happenstance that brought her here.
She wandered into town, stumbling - searching out Barton. Her clothes had thinned and by the time she wandered to her house, now overgrown in weeds and piles of trash scattered about, what had been left of her shoes had been worn through. Nearly falling inside through the door, which was unlocked as it had always been, she cried out in a weakened voice at the sight of her reflected off a mirror. Pale skin now led to borderline grays. Hazel eyes no longer, silver orbs heavily lined gaped outwards at her haggard appearance. Upon her neck were markings that had never been, should never have been there...Her hair, once long and proud, always spun into buns on each side with poofs dangling down, was so matted and worn, she had to shear off the majority of it. She cleansed promptly, her skin never pinking in waters that would have boiled a lobster if tossed within, her nails now an eerie sharpness occasionally nicking the flesh, only for the wound to bleed a mere trickle before it sealed.
She knew what she had become, but it was unbeknownst to her, by whom.
When she finally had the courage and strength to leave her home, she felt an inexplicable pull towards Durem, but she veered away, heading towards her beloved Barton.
A mistake.
Someone had grabbed a hold of her arm and began to drag her! She tried to push them off, but another took hold and she dug in her feet as best she could. They cried out that they were going to have her cured.
Cured?!?! Confused as she was, she needed to know what had become of her, and five years had been lost to her. She should be nearly thirty by now, but her appearance hasn't aged past twenty-three. Nothing seemed right about this. Cries rang out to call for Edmund. That name rang in her ears, it was familiar, but she was unsure of why. Flight and flee screamed through her to the very core, she seethed that she wanted nothing to do with Edmund or his "cure". Her captors dropped her roughly, a small crowd had formed about her crumbled body. She dared to glance up, to see a way out, only to be hit by a stone that was flung into her face. She fell back in shock, dazed at the occurrence. Another unknown figure came out wielding a branding that was still slightly aflame. What now appears as a brownish tattoo of a skull and crossbones upon her arms was that person's way of declaring to all she was marked for death. No pain seared into her flesh, yet unlike the cuts, this was not healing...Before she could reflect, more rocks were flung, quickly followed by fists and feet, even one so brave as to draw out his sword and point it at her throat.
Before another had time to act, she was gruffly accosted by the back of her neck and then dragged. Teeth and fangs pinched to keep grasp of her cool flesh as the crowd spun about, uncertain as to what transpired. Next she knew, she was released from the thing's maw and she ran. She ran until she collapsed, long away from the town and the attackers, only to realize she had no strength left, but she could hear in the distance that someone was still after her.
Closing her eyes in trepidation of what was to come, her body tense and wounded, she was startled to find what happened next...A cold, wet tongue was lapping at her forehead where the wound was sealing and a profound rumbling was emitting from it's throat. She slowly opened her eyes to see a Kaya leaning against her, lapping in vain at wounds that were already sealing...
Five years. Vazr had saved her life and is now never seen without his Mistress at his side. She reopens her eyes to see him sleeping soundly and she turns about, glancing off in the distance, where Durem lays. She knows one day her home shall reside there. Something keeps calling...But it's just not yet time.*
 Jaq · Sat Jun 07, 2008 @ 09:37pm · 1 Comments |
