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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #15 on: June 08, 2017, 11:40:43 PM »
In a fleeting moment, one millisecond of time, and the world was changed again.  You think that things are complicated, that things in your world couldn’t be rocked any harder then they have been.  You would be wrong.  You look to the sky, what was once bright, beautiful and full of bright, Red moonlight and shining White stars, is now overtaken by a color you can’t recognize.  Or rather the lack of color.  You blinked for what seemed like a moment, a millisecond, and the moon was gone, the sun... was gone.  All that was left was the dim flickering of the stars.  The stars used to accompany the moon, the constellations surrounding it, embracing it.

The moon emphasized the brightness of the stars, those flickering constellations, and without the moon they seemed lost, dim, flickering, struggling to find their light. 

However, it was the sun that gave light to the moon, and with both gone from the night sky, all seemed lost, hopeless, and dark.  As if the stars themselves had been suffocated, drowned, plucked from the sky itself.  The stars struggled to shine through the night sky without their source of light.

It was in the dark though, that light shined the brightest.  It was in times of hopelessness, which hope (as fickle as it was), though it may be crawling and maimed, bleeding, broken, and bruised, found its way back home.   

In the darkness of the meadow, staring up at the empty sky, through wet eyes (though he was unsure why he was crying), Ori saw the fireflies, his star flies, take up the place of those broken, dimmed stars. 

They lit up the meadow, flickering and shining brightly as ever. 

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #16 on: June 12, 2017, 04:25:42 PM »
How many more would it take before she broke?

All Amalthea had ever really wanted was for her family to be safe and there. Anything, everything, else was secondary to that one desire and yet...A scoff was lost to the wind as stared out at nothing in particular; lot of good wanting did. And yet, somewhere deep beneath that simmering anger there was determination brewing in the youth. Too absentee, too fleeting a presence, Thea knew her faults well enough and knew that if she wished to protect then her own actions must first be bettered. Be around; make herself known.

Ah, but she couldn't do it alone and she was well aware of that (too soft, too pathetic Amalthea woulds sneer at herself). Someone out there, however, would be able to help her in this endeavor and as a smile would tug at her lips the girl knew she'd only need to find them to help set her mind at ease. So then with determined steps, and heedless of the oncoming storm, she would rise and leave her den behind and with it the reclusive soul she'd started to become.

These were her people, her family, and she would find a way to keep the closest to her of them safe. This was her new goal and Thea wasn't going to let anyone stop her from turning it into a reality.

Of course, talk is all well and good but only time will truly tell if her resolve will remain firm once the storm has broken. But Amalthea? Amalthea had just this once enough faith in herself to believe that it would.

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #17 on: June 15, 2017, 03:58:17 PM »
All around her the world is changing. It’s always been changing. The desert had never stayed the same, always shifting, malleable. She clung to her anchor there as they all had, but a storm had unsettled them at last from their waypoint and scattered them to the wind. Funny, how so much always changes, but some things never do. Storms come in many different shapes and sizes, but they sure as hell come regardless, and when they do you’d better hang on or find yourself buried in their wake.

Some people didn’t have anything solid to hold on to. That never changed, either.

She’s surrounded by whipping winds and a sky gone red. She’s surrounded by old stories and new stories. She’s surrounding by crying mothers and wailing babies. The night is little comfort when the gale is upon you. She hasn’t cried since her mother died. She hasn’t prayed for longer. Gods didn’t care about the things that happened in Heaven or Earth or the liquid Inbetween. Well—there’s always room for change, isn’t there? No. Not tonight. Tonight she turns from highlands to lowlands and puts her back to the ocean, to the salt, to the spray. She turns from red sky and sun and moon. She turns from their stories and their tears. It’s just another tragedy. Another spot of blood soaking into sand.

Do you think you’re the only one that’s known loss, Gemini? This kingdom is old, but you—you are so, so young. You’ll grow. You’ll learn.

The rain starts to pour and she welcomes it. The wind picks up and she steers clear of the trees. Rain is just rain. They saw it so rarely in Tjenu. She would find shelter but the sand would not catch her, not here. Lightning crackles in the sky and thunder follows. In the flickering light, someone falls. Not her. Never her.

”Somebody? I-I-I’m s-s-sorry, I-I-I got… scared…”

She looks down at the indistinct figure in the squall. The wind whips, strong enough to strike the heavy bells in the towers. They ring, deep and ominous. She lowers her dark head—yes, Iaera, she is a chanting shadow, black as pitch—and shoves it into the fallen wolf’s shoulder. She offers a boost and a grunted, “Come on, lady, get up.

We offer a hand when the storm comes. The same was true in the desert. Strange and far flung as we might be, the sand never quite leaves your fur. Home follows you even to the farthest reaches. Funny. “Let’s get out of the rain,” she mutters, neither a mother’s sweet lullaby nor a soothing balm, but a focal point in the rising tides.

She’s an anchor. She offers Iaera a chain of woven links.

This way.
« Last Edit: June 15, 2017, 04:07:24 PM by Rhiow »

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #18 on: June 21, 2017, 03:26:17 AM »
weak little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start

An undersized slave boy had turned a year old.  Many of his home had spent eons compared to him imprisoned in the same walls, the same tree trunks and red petals.  They measured time with frivolous prestige, generations sectioned by the bodies that offered up to the strangling red crown.  He almost wondered how Queen Serrate would have taken him had she still ruled.  Would he be beaten and bloody, nothing but a small severed head to decorate an overzealous sibling's wall?  Would he be swaddled and protected just like the boy king, lifted up above the crowd to watch them cheer his name.  Red tattoos burned into his face and scrawled their own markings across the bridge of his nose: WE OWN YOU, NOW.


He had prayed to every mystical fable that if anywhere, his uncle shared the same prison as nephew.  He needed him, lying lifeless within the sea of poppies, his hopes tied to the fantasy of Dexus sniffing above him.  Old, cataract-covered tattooed eyes to widen, for him to snort angrily and yell at the boy.  Yelling, even, he welcomed, just for a glimpse of his lost family.

Had he known what he'd lost, how hollow he would feel, he never would have kissed the castles and fairies goodbye.  He felt power turning the dials of fate and shouting in the face of the parasite that fattened itself with the sons of Gemini.  He charged head-on into the unknown, expecting great adventures and the shining golden globes of fireflies, the pull of his feet towards the path his heart knew to take like a keystone.  The crimson devil made itself known with a guttural chortle and swallowed him whole without another word.

The children and specters of Gemini would barely know the jutting cheekbones, the scarred eyebrows, the red scrawls that would return with the vague familiarity of a long-passed friend.  Would he ever return, the yearling boy thought now with uncertainty clouding everything, everything he could see.  Does his family think him dead, and where was Tauro?  Ah, but alas, exhaustion-induced phantoms vanished once he slept more than a blink.

He would fall into the clutches of Banshee and Vulture, spectral whispers covering his woes with SURVIVE AT ALL COST, talons tearing apart his magician's cape and his sparkling flowers.  Dragged through the mud, he could still taste the blood.

Once upon a time, he was a fool, but they made him cruel.

The boy that came back to Gemini was a shell of what he had once been.  He had been a babbling, overly excited and attached "kiddo", adorable in all ways.  Now he sobbed and lamented more, singing broken hymns and no longer reciting mystical spells.  He lay motionless below the moon, his crown of thorns tightening until he thrashed his body upward.  He saw no clear sky, but he could bathe in beams of silver from between wooden Celtic knots and thick foliage.  No longer an ugly brown gash in the poppy field, he lifted his head to the sky.

A boy prayed as a queen rose.  They witnessed her ascension.  They kissed her good night and tucked her in.  She fought for every step she took, and she took and took and kept taking until she took too much.  The rhythmic thumping of his feet drummed across the flowers.  And he uprooted, he trampled, he tore everything in his path, just to get closer to it.

To mother.  To father.  To a friend he'd never see again.  To a girl he would never quietly glance at when tears stung his cheeks.  To a struggling queen.  Dragged to a shipwreck, thrown to the wolves, a boy that changed every day screamed and accused the moon.  WHY ME?  WHY COULDN'T YOU TAKE EMAROSE OR RHODES, WHY COULDN'T YOU --

The sons kissed her forehead.  The red demon ripped his heart from his body, and fitted a volcano in its place.  Stewing, bubbling, uncontrollable.  He cried alone.  Alone.


Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #19 on: July 12, 2017, 04:19:22 PM »
((I think I will be closing this up in a week or less, so if you'd like to get a post in, hop to it Gemini! I love you guys. :'D))

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #20 on: July 13, 2017, 10:33:02 PM »
There was nowhere to hide in Gemini. The land lay open for the sky to sprawl out upon, for the stars to press down the those below. It was a strange truth she'd had to learn. There was nowhere to hide in Gemini, and so too was there nowhere to hide sorrow. They shared their grief here. A strange ritual, as far as she was concerned. But it lit up something inside her that Saboro had tried and failed to kill long ago. She didn't know what to call it, and she wasn't sure anyone else did either, but she was sure it was the reason Gemini existed.

And yet...

And yet, she was alone. This was how these stories went.

There was no one but Franky below the great wide sky. In every direction the horizon stretched long and lonely, broken only by the wall. This was her duty, this was her sacrifice, the winds that whipped across the exposed land was her burden. It was all she could do, wasn't it? All she knew. And a storm was not so much to bear. And it wouldn't have been, but the magnetism that caught so many souls in a single instant caused her to tilt her head up to the red sky. The moon blinked. An eye closed.

In the silence of that moment, Franky realize she couldn't remember what color her other eye had been.

There was a sorrow here, in Gemini. It wasn't hers, and it wasn't one she understood. But because it was Gemini she felt it in her bones and so she helped carry that burden. Tragedy carried in the howl of the wind and the electricity of the air. Had the eye of the sky closed so it could cry? And, as if to answer, the clouds open and pour down rain. For a moment Franky felt like the ash that had never really left her was washed out of her pelt, but only for a moment.

To answer the grief, she plucked a single red flower before the rain could trample it. Franky broke her patrol for a moment and carried the flower to the wall, where she placed it in the cracks of the stone. Maybe it would be crushed in the effort to rebuild it, but it would always be there. It was all she could think of, all she knew to do. Saboro had never taught her how to grieve.

Before she left, she cast one last glance up at the sky. In the red sky she felt afraid of something she couldn't name.

how long, baby, have i been away?
oh, it feels like ages though you say it's only days
there ain't language for the things i've seen
and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams
the truth is stranger than all my dreams
oh, the darkness got a hold on me

i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who I was
i ain't never been away so long
don't look back them days are gone
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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #21 on: July 13, 2017, 11:31:29 PM »
He hadn't been here long, no. The hellhound was not a part of any family, held no ties here yet. Only just gained a rank. Stricklander paced, consumed in the thoughts of his own failures. Where could he go from here, how could he move on. Would there be anything that would keep him here, or would he leave? There's an ache in his chest he can't seem to place, a feeling he doesn't actually recognize. The darkening of the sky hadn't made the restless feeling any better either. An eclipse. A sign. Of what he wasn't even sure himself.

People have been kind to him here, in a way he'd never truly seen before. And he hated that it left the taste of ashes on his tongue.

He hadn't even noticed he'd been walking towards the border, that he'd started already on a quest to ruin what little he had. Even to reflect his feelings, the sky was pouring rain on him. Soaked from head to toe, he kept slowly trudging his way. It was stupid, he knew it was.

Lightening flashed in the distance, thunder echoed in his head. He knew nothing of the past of this land, knew nothing of it's inhabitants. And they knew not of him.

And something in him called out that he could change that. He didn't have to give into himself. It's a goddamn frame of mind and he could shift that. He could truly change himself, how he feels. If he wanted to put the work in.

Before he stepped over the border he stopped, staring up at the sky that kept uncaringly pouring rain upon him. Grinding his teeth he struggled, fighting with himself. And then he turned around.

No, he wouldn't quit before he even began. He can't. He has the power of will to succeed, he has the ability to do anything he sets his mind to. And for once he will keep trying to move forward. In the dim light of the storm, his eyes glow faintly. A ghostly vision of a hound who refused to give in to his own demons just yet.
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine

Eye on what i'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

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Re: Lunar [Open*]
« Reply #22 on: July 17, 2017, 11:50:49 PM »
[spoiler=possibly triggering sad self deprecating stuff whoops]
                                                            Why are you doing this?

You’re just looking for attention.

It wont work.

You’ll just end up looking pathetic.

You know you will, so why are you doing it?


effing stupid, what the eff are you doing?


No one likes you, why are you even here?

They see through you, you know.

Ha, you idiot.

You effing idiot.

Are you crying? You don’t deserve to cry. You don’t deserve anything.

You are worth nothing, you are less than nothing, you have nothing to add to anything you’re just a waste and a burden.

No one cares, you don’t even exist in their eyes, you don’t exist, to them you aren’t real.

Aw, look at you try. You know it means nothing, right?

Trying so hard to be nice, such a good person.

They’ll thank you, think you’re sweet for a moment, then you’re gone.

What’s your name again? Oh, gosh, did we meet already? I totally forgot.

Yeah, put on that smile. Fake it ’til you make it, right? I’m sure you can make some friends who will remember you.

But really, you’re terrible. Why would they want you there?

Isn’t it for the best?

You just embarrass yourself, look at you, trying to talk to people as if what you say matters, as if anything you do matters, as if anyone will notice.

Ah, I see what you’re doing now. Just ignore them, you don’t need them, right? Just keep doing what you’re doing, go your own way, make your own path because you’ve always been alone you don’t need anyone.

It hurts, doesn’t it?

It’s a hole deep inside of you that can’t be filled because everyone is a liar, they lie when they smile and call you friend -

Oh wait.

No one does that.

Because you are nothing.

You will always be nothing.

You have no friends because no one cares about you.

Just a burden.






i’m sorry

i’ll try harder

Why bother?

You’ll still be invisible.





i’ll try harder i promise


i don't want to be alone anymore
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