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| Where the Fallen still stand | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 15 2008, 09:01 PM (219 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Sep 15 2008, 09:01 PM Post #1 |
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If anything else, the name suited. Oh the spelling of the myth bird and her name were different, by her own choice, but she was so much like that creature. Death and rebirth, good and evil, such opposites in black and white and she had not even been able to change anything. She had died, her husband had died, but she came back. Her son was possessed, he was nothing more than a murderer now, murderer of his own blood. And then there was Osawa, their daughter was the only one who managed to turn out alright in life. She had taken to the same path as her mother, traveling to lands in far away places and to experience things never thought possible before. The former guardian could only hope that fate weaved a kinder path for her. Here she stood, her appearance ragged as ever, a appearance of exactly what had happened. She had crawled from the earth, kicked away death like a stray cur and now, now she was living when she didn't want to live. Death had been peace, a blessing unthought of by the living. She had thought it to be the end. And she was content wit that. But through some unseen force she returned,to fight in order to save the souls of love now lost. All that was such a moot point now, husband and father killed by son, blood spilled and no chance in life renewed. Pheonix didn't know much about things going on outside her life. No knowledge of wars or ascending deities had reached her ears, torn as they may be. In truth she probably wouldn't have cared. Death had changed her in so many ways, and there was always the ever present feeling that she should go back, that she was not meant to walk this plane of existence. Oh, but what did she know. Pheonix had never been one to understand the workings of fate. Her heels rested on the clear glass cliff, her wing stretched only slightly to achieve balance. A hazy bi-colored gaze rested on the waves below. She was contemplating, how had she lost the power she once had. She'd thought it to be the fault of death, but why then had she remained guardian for so long even after rebirth? The fates in Avalon would forever be out of grasp for her understanding, she supposed. Behind her, the phoenix slept, fire rolling off its back like the waves below. Pheonix wasn't paying attention, her mind too lost to retain much thought other than on ... what was she supposed to do now? Would fate intervene and give her purpose or would she now forever be lost as not dead, but not alive, no longer water guardian, and with no path. All these thoughts whirled in her mind as the turmoiled waves did below. It was amusing, in a small way, as she could not help but think on how symbolic her standing here must have been. |
 
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| Revvy | Nov 13 2008, 08:11 AM Post #2 |
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Revvy was walking, walking astray. He was having a most glorious day. The sun was shinning and the birds were singing, all of the songs in his ears ringing. He of course, cursed the thought of not being able to sing back. He hated how his voice would forever lack. He began to run, darting down the dirt road, kicking up a storm. He reached a dip in the road and off he did soar. He pushed with his legs, as hard as he could, He would make to that other road, he would, he would! He flew through the air, surprised by his jump. He wasted so much energy to jump off of a lump. He felt kind of silly, having thought it was a cliff, he could handled such a jump in a jiff. He came to a odd place, very shiny at glance. The cliff on which one stood was full of enchants. It shone with inner light and it blazed like a fire, light zooming away like a midnight flier. Of course the being standing on it was a sad sight for any eyes. No one could have wanted to look as such a sight. Of course, being young, Revvy didn't know and with his background, she was not a blight. Dirty hair, with clothes to match, a crest fallen look, like a wet match. Holes in the jacket draped over her shoulders, a large gash in the center. One wing jutted forth, colored gray like a dark winter. He couldn't help himself, he walked over slowly, treading on the ground as if dangerous. He neared and crouched down low, turning the red side of his body into the blinding light. It made the black side of him feel like alight [On fire]. He really couldn't stand, so he came up on to her and tapped her shoulder, funny because it felt kind of like a boulder. Rock hard and stiff, almost as hard as the cliff. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 15 2008, 11:15 AM Post #3 |
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There had been a time when a simple tap on the shoulder might have caused her to turn around quickly to see who was trying to gain attention. As it was however she simply inclined her head briefly, bi toned eyes scanning the figure. He, it, she wasn't sure, was even stranger than herself. While he seemed to have an air of the poetic about him, Pheonix wasn't the poetry type. But even though her vision was not as sharp as it once was, the old hybrid could see. This guy, was ... quite unusual. She stood, turning despite the cliff at her back, to give her full attention to the ... fellow. He was stark red and black, from his skin to his clothes and even his hair. It was .. an unusual sight to say the least. "Ah. Hello. You need something?" She didn't know what else to say, and was not the type to sit and stare. The half anthro would give him the same attentions she would any other person. That's just ... how she was. |
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