the Rift - Aedion's Tracker

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"Talk."

Aedion

you died screaming, yet,

the monster who took your place was silent

you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep.

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Aedion

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"Talk."

do monsters make war?

or does war make monsters?

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there's still light in me,
but there's a little bit of wolf in me too.

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"Talk."

aedion

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i didn't want to be a fighter,
i just wanted to be free.

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"Talk."

aedion

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A E D I O N

you died screaming,
yet the monster who took your place was silent —

The girl was drawn against her will. The pulsing wound in her chest, glowing teal as the liquid oozed and dripped down her leg seemed to pull her further into the cliffs, despite wanting to stop numerous times. The pain from her shoulders still evident, blood beginning to clot, though the trails where her blood had fallen was still fresh from her attempt at using her bladed wing armor. With every step, her joints ached and her mind worked tirelessly to try and focus on other things rather than the pain.

But the only other thing she could think about was the force pulling her to them. Frustration crept into her mind, her temper only growing shorter with the events she witnessed in the last few days. Anger seethed beneath her skin, but where before there would have been flames acknowledging her anger in the shape of wolves and snakes lashing out, the tiniest blip of flame escaped. Her emotions were finally masked, only to peek out occasionally with a little lick of fire. Except this fire burned and sucked the air of the Rift like it was the last cool drink in the midst of summer.

And yet she could consciously control it one way or another. Perhaps a blessing in disguise? More than likely, Kiada assumed the dark world around her was simply out to get her. Even still, she could hardly keep from walking straight toward the gathering. The moment her eyes landed on Kisamoa, everything began to fade. Her vision blurred, all others that had gathered simply slipped away from her mind as she looked upon the monstrosity who was her god and she his chosen.

Stepping into the center of the gathering, closer to Kaos, she ignored the voices around her as she stood among the others. Her shoulders wet and dark with blood, her flames beginning to erupt in hot plumes of flame. “You.” She murmured, her voice dry and cracking, lifting her head as tall as she could as the movement pulled against the scabs trying to form. The teal liquid continued to run down her chest, glowing against the X marking. She looked like a mess. She felt like a mess. But more than anything else, she felt pissed.

“I FOUGHT for you.” Her ears pinned back to her neck, darkened blue gaze glaring upon the mismatched pieces of the world that made the giant God known as Kaos. “What kind of reward is this?” She hissed at him, her flames erupting further, as if oxygen had just been granted to it. They took the shape of snakes lashing out with each lick of fire, unable to contain herself or simply listen to Kaos.

But she did hear that he wanted them to learn of the land. And so she would – she would learn, and in her efforts, try to find a way to enact her revenge. She hadn't seen her father or her twin, watched the boy she loved and her best friend die by his hand. She thought she was to be one of his chosen, one of his favorites. He told her himself that there would be beauty in the chaos of following him, and she had blindly listened.

There was no beauty here.

"Talk."

— you are a weapon; and weapons don't weep.

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By Neverrmind! <333