divine absolution

KIADA troy falls a thousand times in every dream i dream She remained in a state of what felt like limbo for some time – unable to put one foot in front of the other. Would she die, challenging this creature? Would anybody notice that she was gone if she stumbled into these dark pits of hell in the heart of the Labyrinth? Would anyone care? She felt a frown form on her lips as Khairi looked onto her with mournful eyes. He could listen to her thoughts, but had no way of communicating back as he had before. All he could do was croon his attempt at comforting his bonded. He looked upon her, now, once a fiery youthful girl, lanky and disproportionate to the mix of her mother and father’s genes, now fleshed out as a young adult. Strong and powerful with a lean face with sharp features and powerful legs that could carry her miles upon miles and strike with brutal force. Her mane was longer, now, reaching her chest as well as her charcoal tail as it swished nervously against her spotted hide was thick, full, and long as well. She looked well despite what the Rift threw at her. She had finally reached her full height as well, towering over her mother if she were to see the mare again. Yet Kiada began to dwell on that slightly now as well – was her mother even alive to see her full grown and transformed into a woman now? She didn’t know, but it did cause more hesitation, until a familiar voice broke her sorrows. “Kiada!” She turned to face the voice, a dark knight hidden withint he shadows, moving closer to her as her flames illuminated his approach from the impending darkness. Her icy gaze softened as it reached that roguish, mischievous smile and felt it contagious as a smile crashed across her lips as well. “What brings you here?” She looked upon him for a moment, thankful to have a friend here, before turning around completely to see him. “I have a trial. I’m supposed to challenge the Magnus Metus, whatever it is.” She admitted to him, stepping closer and aiming to reach her pink muzzle out to greet him if he allowed it. “More importantly, what are you doing here?” She offered a soft laugh, tilting her head to see what he might say. Needless to say, the woman was pleased to have a friend here, someone she knew and trusted and cared for. Someone who had been there since she was a small, young child, intent on etching her mark into the world of Helovia, only for all of them to be cast away to a dreary place where she was forced to do it whether she chose to or not. It was a hard life, in her short years, but there was something deeper within her that hoped it would pay off in the long run, that she'd be able to stand and remain a beacon for those that didn't think they could survive such injustice. She had lived through a lot, through it all. She had managed to survive the river of the dead after all, and merely get away with a cough. She was resilient just as Erebos was from everything life had thrown his way too. She felt comfort with him around, knowing that they would always attempt to do what was right, even if it took different ways to get there. They would be the ones standing among the flames, she simply knew it, and nobody would be able to tell her any different. "Talk." like ashes, like ashes, like a star burning out —

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@Erebos <3