Rainforest Cliffs
07-29-2017, 02:23 AM
amaris
dragonborn
They followed the crowds.
Amaris tested her wings as soon as she was able, though flying here, like with everything else, just wasn't the same ashome Helovia, that realm that was forever lost to them. Dramyrth flew with her, never moving far from her side - the silence of the bond seemed intermittent, and he otherwise seemed in perfect health.
Having no breath is not perfect health, the annoyed thought managed to leak through the random silences.
Of course, Amaris crooned back, flooding what was left of the bond with consolatory emotions, though the whispers of wry amusement could not help but rise within her too. Though she was still searching for that confirmation that everyone she knew and loved and cared about were all alive and well in this strange new world, she had moments of normalcy.
The moments were fleeting, and almost always followed by that crushing numbness that was permanently present, hidden just beneath the surface of her smiles and laughs.
It wasn't just the crowd she followed, but a much deeper urging, a burning desire that seeped into her scales where his touch has washed over her when she arrived in this land. The air was heavy with the season, rain threatened in the dark clouds above, but still she pressed onwards, and landed on the outskirts of the gathering.
Tension was thick, and Amaris was distracted between her feelings of happiness at seeing so many familiar faces alive and an uneasy terror at seeing the monstrous beast Kisamoa.
She knew now that this was Kaos, this was the one who wrought terror and destruction across Helovia, the one who had cuased so much pain, so much death and yet..
She didn't really care.
She looked at him, along with all the others, she paid attention to his words, watched as his magic reached out to touch various others, and she just didn't feel anything. She didn't feel hatred, or a fierce desire to maul him, to strike him down with the scythe upon her tail.
The dragonmare overheard the murmurs of the crowd, the varying degrees of threats an promises to reap and ruin this powerful being, who for all intents and purposes was the God of this land, the one they would bow down to, one way or another.
It had returned, that vacant, yawning numbness had swallowed her up again, and so she stood, silent, indifferent, as Kisamoa vanished and the clouds finally released their full torrent of rain upon them all.
Amaris tested her wings as soon as she was able, though flying here, like with everything else, just wasn't the same as
Having no breath is not perfect health, the annoyed thought managed to leak through the random silences.
Of course, Amaris crooned back, flooding what was left of the bond with consolatory emotions, though the whispers of wry amusement could not help but rise within her too. Though she was still searching for that confirmation that everyone she knew and loved and cared about were all alive and well in this strange new world, she had moments of normalcy.
The moments were fleeting, and almost always followed by that crushing numbness that was permanently present, hidden just beneath the surface of her smiles and laughs.
It wasn't just the crowd she followed, but a much deeper urging, a burning desire that seeped into her scales where his touch has washed over her when she arrived in this land. The air was heavy with the season, rain threatened in the dark clouds above, but still she pressed onwards, and landed on the outskirts of the gathering.
Tension was thick, and Amaris was distracted between her feelings of happiness at seeing so many familiar faces alive and an uneasy terror at seeing the monstrous beast Kisamoa.
She knew now that this was Kaos, this was the one who wrought terror and destruction across Helovia, the one who had cuased so much pain, so much death and yet..
She didn't really care.
She looked at him, along with all the others, she paid attention to his words, watched as his magic reached out to touch various others, and she just didn't feel anything. She didn't feel hatred, or a fierce desire to maul him, to strike him down with the scythe upon her tail.
The dragonmare overheard the murmurs of the crowd, the varying degrees of threats an promises to reap and ruin this powerful being, who for all intents and purposes was the God of this land, the one they would bow down to, one way or another.
It had returned, that vacant, yawning numbness had swallowed her up again, and so she stood, silent, indifferent, as Kisamoa vanished and the clouds finally released their full torrent of rain upon them all.
sky above me — earth below me
and fire within me
