[brandysilverfire]

base: kelpie 2 + wavy + pond
horn: goat
wings: tattered
ears: torn + deer 2 + horse 2
tail: fleur + seaweed
extras: jewellery

fable name: Ipsita
owner: brandysilverfire

[brandysilverfire]

Ipsita is waiting.

She is getting married today.

She has made her own outfit for it too- a mere shadow of what any other bride would wear back home, of course, but the best she could do in their isolation.

Drip.

Ipsita had grabbed her favourite dupatta seconds before it was time to leave, giving into the last-second temptation of the luxury of its silk-softness and finery. Kept it hidden, taking it out only to painstakingly stitch on the sparkling gemstones that she polished from raw crystal in the cavern’s ever-running stream, over a decade’s worth of snatched time when her beloved was distracted. Had her sister smuggle some few ornaments to her during the mid-centennial meeting, learned how to craft paint from the leaves of the tree above for makeup.

Drip.

The cavern shivers as the wind blows through, whistling through the cracks, making the roots sway in its grasp. Iruka had said she was going to put up the curtains once she returned, to keep the winter chill out.

She should have returned by-

Drip.

Her mane is getting long. Ipsita hates it long- hates how inconvenient it is, always hated how it only makes them see her beauty and not her- but… only Iruk cuts her hair. They have been married in all but ceremony for so long, Ipsita cannot even recall the last time it was not Irukshala’s muzzle brushing against her ears, mango-scented breath fanning against her eyelashes, her gentle care as the scissors snipped slowly, hair pooling down at their feet.

She’ll ask her to cut it after they are wed. She can keep it long for one day.

Drip.

Perhaps she should not have taken the flowers from their charge, though. It was only a few, and their harvest was strong, so just a few taken shouldn’t matter, right? Oh, perhaps she should have checked with Iruka in advance, made sure the other wouldn’t lose her temper for taking the sacred flowers from their stems, but…the wedding dress was supposed to be a surprise! If she asked permission, Iruka would have suspected something, she knew, and would have gotten the truth out of Ipsita one way or the other, and it would have ruined all her hard work.

It was only a few! A couple of lotuses, a few hibiscus, some ceiba… Iruka wouldn’t be too mad.

Drip.

There is a terrible stench that grows stronger every day. Flies buzz incessantly.

Something is rotting.

Drip.

It is getting rather cold, and dark. She hopes Iruk comes back soon. The hunger in her belly is rather tame, but her poor beloved must be starving by now. They have both decided to fast for the day, to make their wedding dinner sweeter, and Irukshala always gets hungry quickly.

Drip.

They had put off their wedding night as much as they could, in the hope that they could hold out to celebrate with the entire herd. But a hundred years of isolation wore upon anyone, and when they couldn’t bear it a day longer, they had started looking at the stars for auspicious dates. Once they decided, it was hard to think about anything else- both of them talking of nothing else day and night, the sudden long drag of time agonizing- but the day was finally here!

Drip.

Iruka should be back by now.

Drip.

Ipsita’s back aches. The jewellery is heavy.

Drip.

Who's hoofprints are on the floor-

Drip.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PLANTS, WHERE IS HER CHARGE-

Drip.

The food might go bad soon. Iruka always loses track of time, her dear silly thing- getting too absorbed in the wood-cutting that Ipsita has to go out to collect her, no matter how much the other frets about her keeping safe. As if Ipsita herself wasn’t trained to be a Guardian herself, honestly!

Drip.

It’s getting colder.

Drip.

Her jewellery tinkles as the whistling wind rushes through the cracks in the walls. She keeps hearing echoes of screams in the unsettling din- stars, she hopes Iruka returns soon.

Drip.

The roots have reached the ground in the thirst for their food, suddenly taken away. The sun no longer penetrates in.

Drip.

Ah, Iruka put the curtains up! She must have returned when Ipsita slept. Hopefully she didn’t see the outfit… She has made her own outfit for their ceremony- a mere shadow of what any other bride would wear back home, of course, but the best she could do in their isolation.

Drip.

Ipsita does her makeup once more, trying to push aside the sense of unease. Irukshala should be home by now.

Drip.

Ipsita cannot leave- she cannot leave their charge alone, no matter how frantic she is now about Iruk. She paces agitatedly at the entrance, kicking down the roots- when did they become so overgrown, how long has it been? Why did Iruk never come back, who’s hoofprints are on the floor, what- are the flowers safe? No, no, NO! NO, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE-

Drip.

The sun shines in. Ah, what a beautiful day to tie her soul to her only love! Ipsita should start on their wedding dinner- not much, just a tad fancier than usual- better forage, the mushrooms Iruka likes, roasted fruits, a sweet dish Ipsita pulled together from the patch of sugarcane she located a few moon cycles back.

Drip.

Flies buzz.

Drip.

Something is wrong.

Drip.

They come in droves, trying to overwhelm, trying to get to her charge; but Ipsita is the Western Guardian of the Jade lineage and she will not, she will not let them-

Screams rip through the night air and her wedding feast falls to the floor.

Drip.

Her mane tangles around her legs when she walks.

Drip.

Irukshala is not coming home.

Drip.

Ipsita begs, pleads, shouts for them to stop, backed against the wall, trying not to step on top of the sacred plants, kicking out against armour and weapon. Rage grows in her, building, growing, hand in hand with the sorrow of betrayal and grief of crazed loss, then-

Her scream cuts through the air and turns the night green with her magick.

Drip.

Iruka.

Drip.

Iruka.

Drip.

Ipsita is waiting.

She is getting married today.

[brandysilverfire]

phew, finally done! spent so long at it the month ended lmao.

my precious girl whomst i love and adore....

pm me if youre by chance interested in the rest of the lore! (or in a myo trade/comm lol)

[bezel]

her design reflects the story so well, the accessories are perfect! this is #M-17

[brandysilverfire]

her design reflects the story so well, the accessories are perfect! this is #M-17

aaaa thank you so much, that means a lot!!! and WHOO LETS GO!!!