Mourning Cries split the night black pelt,
Love is broken,
It's sinister twin Heart break runs rapid,
Through the streets,
a new heart falls to it's clutches,
Those who hear her,
morn anew
| Jinaro |
Sodora's light steps fell neatly into place as she stopped, drinking in the new night. From her high resting place she felt as if she could reach out and touch the moon. Her paws itched to try it just once, yet, she could not muster the courage to indulge them. With a sigh she settled down, crystal blue eyes reflecting back the mirror of stars above her. Tonight was a beautiful night, The sky all too clear, the moon full, and ripe.
What light shudders,
as twin pairs,
lavender, lilac
Crest the grassy knoll.
The vast and oceanic titan, above
be restless, in
his ever dancing stellar beauty.
See now Artemis,
Diamond and Silver expanse,
shimmers, glows, Reflects
A beacon,
A single sentinel in a sky of black.
Sodora flicked her soft ears back, A sour note had joined the night, of a Faerre heart broken, her blue eyes began to sparkle with tears as the emotion of the moment caught her up in its clutches.
Alas, Do my ears hear but sorrow?
The moans of those broken hearted wretches,
howling, their blistering pain,
to the ocean above.
Flowing with the last wavering note of sadness, she lowered her head ever so slowly. After a few moments pause she raised her cool pastel head to once again view the sky. A light squeak erupted from her lips a the very earth around her seemed to awaken in and rise, as the faceted green dragon she perched on raised her dark green head. A single white, slit pupiled eye rolled its way around in its socket till it found the ocean like Faerre perched lightly next to her horns on the crest of her head. The Dragon's eye dilated and contracted a few times, focusing on the faerre for a few seconds.
That is a very beautiful poem little one, you have learned much in your short time with us.
The Dragon's mind voice was heavy and tired, and she punctuated her sentence with a wide yawn that revealed her twin pairs of sharp teeth.
Sodora's cheeks turned a deep crimson through her baby blue fur and she lightly drew a circle on the crest of the dragon's head with a single forepaw. In the few short weeks she had come to know her new immortal companions, Lasirie and Paravati, never once had she been paid such a complement.
Thank you Lasirie,
Her voice was light, yet still held the same thrumming under tone of emotion, and intensity, she spoke with wile reciting her beloved poetry. As once again the dragon shifted under her paws, she looked up to the stars. As she began to loose herself once again in the dark blackness she began to feel her mind wander, reach out, and touch ever so lightly, all things living and not. It was a beautiful skill that both her mistress Paravati and the Dragon Lasirie were teaching her, and one she was slowly beginning to master.
Her crystal blue eyes traced the Leo constellation, yet her mind wandered lonely till a sour note cut though the calm restlessness of the clear spring night. A gasping shudder wormed its way thorough the small pastel Faerre's body as the sour note took hold. She looked out a a world too dark, too sullen, when had her eyes collected so many tears? She gasped once more as the sour note intensified, taking hold of the small Faerre. Much like a wave crashing over her as her heart welled with so much grief and sadness. For the firat time in her young life her inner self reflected her outer pelt. She felt as if she would bust, as if her small frame would break under the weight of the angry waves of emotion raking her insides.
"I wish to leave "
The phantom voice seemed to come from Sodora herself, yet the voice was not her own. Or was it? No It could not have been, She had never once, no matter how hard life had gotten for her, never once had she ever sounded so, so hollow.
Her thoughts were broken as once again the phantom voice spoke out.
"To leave this heartbreaking place and piece up my broken soul.. he won't come back.. this grief he's left me with..."
She felt the head of the heartbroken one fall, and with it she felt the tears leave her eyes, Before she was completely back in her own body she heard the other's ragged almost whispered words,
"I wish to escape."
Sodora let out the breath she did not know she had been holding, and falling to her belly began raggedly gasping for air. How could one, be consumed by such soul ravaging grief? She felt the hot tears well up on her face before she could stop them Sodora had only cried out of sadness but a few times in her short life, but this time was different. She mourned not for her own self, but for the loss of the other, the other Faerre, for it HAD to be a Faerre, his or her grief was so great, so horrible she could do much else but grieve along with them, nestled safe withing the crook of Lasirie's large horns.
As the tears slowly began to fade, and her vision began to clear sodora found herself consumed by a need. Shakily she began to rise to her paws, wiping what was left of the residual grief from her face. With a noisy sniff she looked around, Lasirie was asleep once again beneath her, not even fazed, or if she was not showing it, by Sodora's random out burst of something mirroring self wallow. The wind had picked up, and lazily tugged at her pastel colored fur like a young pup. A slight shiver tore through the pastel colored Faerre once more, though if it was the new chill of the night, or the memory of the phantom grief she did not know. Elegantly she navigated her way down Lasirie's head taking care not to slip. Once solidly on the ground she took a few steps forward, but stopped, Lasirie had wanted to meet other Faerre. That was why she had agreed to stay here with Sodora wile Paravati took place in the coming of spring with her mother and siblings. Sodora allowed her blue eyes, still rimmed with red, to trace over the large dragons emerald form. Yet if she had learned anything from her brief experiences with Lasirie, she knew not to disturb the dragon while she slept. With an uneasy tail flick, she decided that waking the dragon would be more costly than the disappointment the dragon would feel at missing an opportunity to be introduced to another Faerre. And with slight hesitation she slowly began making her way towards the most likely place a Faerre waning to escape Vinara would go.
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Sodora Sat in the flickering light of a dieing torch. She let out a light sigh as she took in her dark surroundings, the night though exceptionally breezy, reminded her of that one many a day ago, the fires of the torches an all to familiar woody scent in her nose, the all too familiar looks from prying eyes of wooers, the soft whisper of those who surrounded her. True, It was rare not many Faerre returned to the alter after making their decision, most left right off, to travel. But unlike those Sodora had Chosen to stay, for a single year, though her paws itched to travel, she could not abandon her homeland quite so soon, and she had all eternity to wander.
Slowly she allowed her Blue eyes to travel around the dark Alter. A deep aura of sadness seemed to radiate from the stage. Its dark claws effecting everyone in the area. All seemed on edge. Her ears twitched as she listened into the conversations of those around her. A single name seemed to be in the spotlight of repetition tonight.
Jinaro.
The Faerre's name seemed to roll off her tongue with some degree of familiarity, though for the life of her she could not remember if she had ever met her, or when. After a moments pause slowly the pastel Faerre made her way through the crowd, dogging the heavy feet of those who towered above her.
She alighted on the seat of a bench not far from the stage, and as she slowly climbed her way to the top of it's high back, she saw the lone figure waiting forlornly on the stage. The dark Faerre's snow capped head was bowed in deep sorrow, a frown furrowed its way unto Sodora's face as she watched as suitors approached the other Female Faerre.
On some unknown whim, sodora too found herself moving off her perch, and towards the grand stage. Was the stage so imposing last time? Had she seemed so lonely by herself atop its wide expanse? She could not answer her own steps as she crested the stairs in a long line of suitors. As the last of those before her cleared the way, Sodora got her first true look at Jinaro. With a gasp, she shuddered to a stop. Almost being run over by those behind her.
Jinaro
the name rolled off her tongue once again in that same flowing familiarity. Though it was not the name she had known this Faerre by. With each step swept to her mind nicknames, that she had heard this single Faerre called. The Grey Lady, The Faerre in black, Lady sorrow, Lost one. Each Was unique in its own way, yet seemed just to plain to describe the Female Faerre before her.
Cautiously she took the last few steps that separated Her and jinaro, she knew if she was to believe anything from the tales told of the 'lost one' that 'Lady sorrow' was quick to break down. Though turmoil raged inside Sodora, she lightly sat, and as tradition upheld gave a low bow to Jinaro. As she righted herself her face fell into a mask of nothing but concern for the blurry eyed black Faerre.
Jinaro, Why do you cry?
Her voice was light an soothing. as she spoke to Jinaro, She wanted to comfort her. To help relive the pain in her heart.
Please, Sister, tell me. I can help. I can help you, ease the pain.
In emphasis she brushed her tail down the length of Jinaro's chin, in an attempt to make the other female Faerre look up. Unsuccessful in her attempt Sodora's face fell into a deep blush.
I May not seem like much, but my companions, now they are two to be glorified. The Lady Paravati, daughter of Demeter, a demigod by birth and an immortal by right; and her dragon Laserie, immortal by her bondage to Paravati. They are the two who have opened my eyes to the worlds beyond, and through that, because of that. I find myself here before you today. By some chance of fate I felt your sadness, If only but a fraction of it. and I longed, as even now i long, to help you soothe this pain.
Sodora's eyes sparkled with the emotions she was trying to convey to Jinaro. Every fiber of her being bent towards her in an attempt to make her feel wanted and loved, by a family.
They say only time can ease your pain, and If it is time you need, I, well we can give you time. I offer to you the same rite I was given only weeks before. I offer you the right to immortality. It is a new chance at life, and happiness with a new start.
Laying her ears flat she ran her paw through the dirt once more,
Though, as with all things there comes a price, once you are given the gift of immortality, you will be banned from the mortal realm, and like wise from Vinara, for one century.
Her eyes flicked up towards Jinaro, to see her reaction to this statement, and was dismayed to find her expression still locked within that somber mask of inner turmoil.
Even so, The temporary loss of one realm opens the gate way to the other eight, The realm of the Gods, though you may know it as Paradise. The Mists, The under world, The Shadow lands, The Realm of Light. Excluding the mortal realm,those are only the five I know of, there are still two more My compatriots have yet to tell me the tales of.
she shot Jinaro a reassuring smile.
I must say, you are one beautiful Faerre, I know a loss is hard, but should you always be locked within the confines of grief, and despair? I can help you ease your pain. I can help you move on, to better you life. I can give you a new start, a clean slate. A new life. Please, consider my offer. And This, Your name Jinaro, sounds too much like the emotion that holds you captive in its dark clutches. Jinaro sounds like sorrow. Why not change you name to Jinara? It has an elegant and very lady-like ring to it that, In my own opinion suits you.
With another low bow she rose to her feet, turning, she paused only long enough to run her tail comfortingly down the slightly larger Faerre's cheek once more.
"No matter what your choice, Remember, I am here for you. Jinara"
her whisper seemed to echo lightly in the heavy air around the two faerre, smiling once more, Sodora reluctantly padded off into the crowd once more.
