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 Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:19 am
This is a private roleplay for Lady Evelyn Nyht's Vidia.
By the Unega'Gohunvhi family tree.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:53 am
She stood staring at her family feathers, now tied to the tree in case of high winds. She'd been home, but had avoided seeing her father still. Even though many said her father's love could not lessen because of her lack of wings, it was still a ghost that haunted her. A ghost she couldn't shake even in the comfort of family.
The seed of uncertainty was there long before Wild Wind came into her life. He had only sprinkled water to make it grow and consume her entire vision. She was being blinded further by kind words from some.
She didn't need love in her life to feel complete. Zuilian, the gods bless him, wasn't the answer to her soul. She felt horrible for leading him around, even if she remained aloft and indifferent. But she wasn't ready for the "happily-ever-after" and babies in her life.
She needed something more than what her mother had, something to fill the void of no flight, something to do with her life. She wasn't sure what it would be, but it was outside of her herd. With one final look up the beaten path to where her family slept, she moved on to her next journey.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 5:03 pm
She went running, dodging trees in the forest, leaping over water, appearing as a pale streak across plains. She'd sleep, eat, and just continue to run. She didn't understand why she was just running, maybe to outrun the hounds of the past on her tail. But the only thought she had was to keep running.
There was no rhyme or reason other than to feel the wind blowing over her body, her hooves barely touching the ground. After all, didn't Althalus once tell her you could feel flight over the right kind of land?
She didn't feel that sensation of flight. Her stomach never dropped when she rushed over the right kind of hill. It was too knotted with guilt. Guilt that she had imagined the love in her life to protect her, to mend her own world that had been slowly breaking as she reached adulthood. She knew now that love wasn't the answer to her soul.
First, she needed to get her own head straight to keep the same self doubt from building in her children. But she wasn't ready for that. She wasn't ready to let go of the childish fear that she was an abomination, a mixed breed with no standing, an outcast. She wasn't sure when she would be ready to face the hounds.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 5:18 pm
Vidia went to her knees in the middle of the forest, near the lake. Her body was coated in froth and sweat, making her fur a darker color. She was spent and couldn't move her body any further.
And the past was upon her in her weakened state. The tears came first, before a raking sob escaped to shake her entire body. Her mind was a white blur of simple anguish, seeing and hearing nothing around her--only feeling the pain she had caused others and herself.
Mother, father, her sisters, Althalus, Ambroise, and Zuilian. Disappointment, anger, worry, and heartbreak. How many more had she touched with her self-loathing? How many more were effected from what she had done?
Exhausted physically, emotionally, and mentally, she slept where she laid. She slept a dreamless sleep, the sleep of almost dead.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 1:14 pm
(( -insert random NPC- ))
There was a pinpoint of light in the darkness. The more she focused on it, the more it grew until it was a blinding light. The light began to feel as if it was burning her very skin off. She couldn't move to fight off the light, only lay there and feel it burn deep into her core.
She awoke to darkness. Had it been daylight or nighttime before? She couldn't remember even how many days had passed since the chase. Where was she?
Moonlight shined and reflected off the water of the lake, catching her attention. Could she move? The water did look inviting to drink. Carefully, she pushed up onto all fours. No muscle pain after endless running? Strange.
She was slow in approaching the water, remembering the tale her mother told about wolves appearing to chase her and Tawali. It seemed safe. And that had been years ago, though something meaner could still be lurking near by. She lowered her head, taking a long draw on the refreshing liquid, but keeping her ears and eyes peered for any movement.
Silence. No night birds calling, no bugs singing, nothing. An ill omen that she wasn't alone.
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you
Comfort and care for you
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You’ve always known your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to Be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived life can be loved alone
An eerie voice singing in the darkness. She turned in a tight circle, trying to find the location of the voice, but because of the trees, it seemed to bounce all around. "Who's there?" Silence. Slowly, the sounds of nature returned.
The disembodied voice was right. She was out here, alone, trying to learn how to live with herself. How to fill the flightless void. She laid back down near the water, no sense in traveling in the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:34 pm
(( -insert another random NPC- ))
She was woken up this time by humming. It was the same tune she had heard last night, but the voice was different. The shore bit into her skin as she lifted her head to find the source.
It was one of those two-leggers, an older one because there was gray in her hair that was braided down her back. She was crouched down, running her hands over the greens on the forest floor. The two-legger plucked a green into her mouth before snipping a part of the plant off and putting it in a bag by her hip.
This was very strange behavior to Vidia, she'd never seen the Kawani out picking medicinal herbs in the forest before. When the woman stood, Vidia pushed herself to her hooves and made to follow the other back to the village.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:36 pm
She watched the woman take out the fresh picked plants, tie a string around the stems, then proceed to hang them upside down where they would catch the most sun. There were quite a few of them already hanging, dry and brittle.
As the day went on, other villagers would come seeking aid. The woman would break pieces off of the dried plants, crush them with a smooth stone in a bowl, and then mix the powder with water before finally giving instructions for use.
The woman paid no mind to Vidia, but went about making a paste. She stepped outside and motioned for the mare to come closer. Vidia did as was instructed. When the woman slapped the first glob of stuff on a deep cut, the pale mare step away from the sharp stab of pain. She hadn't even been aware that she had several cuts across her legs and chest from her run.
The elder woman was soothing, coaxing her back to put more of the healing paste on the mare. Soon there were spots of green covering each cut. As the solution cooled, the pain subsided. The paste was scrapped off and the cuts covered with a yellow paste that was allowed to harden.
The Kawani woman patted Vidia's neck, hobbling back into her home. It was a very strange experience, being healed by medicine. Slower than a Unicorn, but still healing.
The mare watched villagers continue to seek out the medicine woman, feeling a sense of pride and contentment. Then it dawned on her. This was what she could do. Something to give her life meaning.
As night approached, Vidia began her long journey towards the desert and beyond.
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