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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 12:11 am
This is a PRP between Chanterelle (owned by Darkmoon Dancer) and Aella (owned by Nyx Queen of Darkness)
[ Link to DD's Teepee ] | [ Link to Nyx's Teepee ]
((Aella is maxed))  "Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know."
Twelfth Night (II, iii, 44-45)
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 12:24 am
The weeks had fled into months, and now more than ever Aella was sure of what was in her heart, even if she hadn't admitted it yet. She was waiting, but for what she didn't know. She just knew somehow it wasn't time.
Then one morning, as she laid beside Chanterelle, her hair tangling with the other mare's, she knew that her broken heart was mending and that she needed to talk to him. She needed to tell him goodbye once and for all.
When Chanterelle woke up, she smiled at her albeit it a bit sadly. "I want to leave the swamp for a little today, there's some place I need to go." She paused, "I want you to go with me. Do you trust me?" She looked into the deep blue eyes of Chanterelle, getting lost a bit in their depths.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 12:52 am
Having made their friendship something of an unbreakable habit, the two mares barely spent any time apart anymore. They were like two peas in a pod. At first Chanterelle had been excited to spend time with anyone but family, as she had first seen Aella. But this was no longer the case. She wanted, needed, to spend time with Aella because she wanted to be around her.
Chanterelle wasn't sure what most of her family thought of her red-haired friend, but she was kind and gentle and learning just as much from her family as her family was from her. Her father, Recovery liked Aella, but then again he liked pretty much any creature so long as it was female, but none-the-less, it meant a lot to her that Aella be accepted to be around. So, she had been trying to bring her around to at least her closer family to tentatively propose sometime soon that she become part of their herd since she had no where to call home. If she wanted to, that is. But it was an idea she was still toying around with and trying to figure out how to propose it to her father to run it by the others.
Chanterelle opened her bright eyes to find Aella looking into them already. A lop-sided smile crawled across her yawning lips until she noticed the tinge of sadness to her tone. Perking up, Chanterelle went into full-attention mode, her eyes widening a touch in pre-emptive alertness. Was there danger about? Bad news of some sort? But she needn't wonder long, for Aella explained all she needed to hear.
Aella needed her, and she would be there. Nodding, Chanterelle searched Aella's crimson eyes trying to decipher what they were trying to say to her today, but as always she couldn't translate them into anything sensible. Without hesitation the blue mare replied as she began to gather her limbs to get up, "I trust you, Aella," For nothing else needed to be said, Aella need only lead the way and Chanterelle would follow. She would be there for whatever it was that her best friend needed, as best friends were meant to do.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 1:28 am
Aella was glad that Chanterelle had agreed to go with her. It would be difficult to explain to her without showing her first. She was glad that Chanterelle trusted her so much.
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The air was hotter and dryer outside of the swamp. It felt strange after months to be back in the more humid air, but it was nothing like her desert home. She remembered the swirling sand storms, the dunes that piled high to sky and the sun so close you could almost touch it.
She moved farther down, until she saw it the marker she was looking for, a pile of stones and a wooden post rising from it, with a post across---a cross and from it the ghost of a string was still attached.
At the ground there lay little tiny beads, just like the pieces of Aella's heart shattered on his grave.
"I wanted you to be here with me for this," she paused. The pain was evident in her voice, "His name was Chronos, and it's been three years since he left today. That day was the day he died to me."
She squeezed her eyes shut, "I found him a few weeks before I found you." This was the first time she had said his name aloud in two years, and it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 1:51 am
This air was strange to her, it dried out her skin, and she could understand why her grandfather and some of her other relatives never left the swamp. If all of the world out here was this dry... well she wouldn't live out here if she were them, that was for sure. And she didn't even have any skin conditions like they did!
But Chanterelle held her head high as always and followed Aella faithfully into this strange, dry outside world. She had been taught about respect and honor by her father and she saw to applying both often.
Chanterelle knew they were getting close as Aella's steps grew heavier. She dutifully drew up next to her pale friend, pressing her side against hers for reassurance. I'm here for you, her touch silently said, and she knew Aella would hear it.
Her eyes cast over the grave and she stood respectfully silent as Aella choked up the painful words. Chronos. It sounded like she loved him still. Chanterelle pressed her side more firmly against her friend's, and after a few moments of silence she nodded toward the grave and spoke softly, "It's a lovely memorial for your beloved." Her words were genuine and full of caring, and her face only reinforced the apology and condolences for her most painful loss. There were no words sufficient for what had happened.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 2:10 am
She felt the pressure of Chanterelle there and she felt herself bolstered. Her voice was slow and measured, "I wasn't the one who made it for him. He died with someone else, or some passing stranger made it in hopes that he'd be remembered. Who heard his dying words? Who stayed with him as he faded? Was he alone?"
She paused, before going on. "Those questions bothered me, they ached in me for years. I didn't understand why he left, why he wanted to go on alone...I think, maybe he knew that if I had been with him at the end...that I would have laid there and died beside him. I think he was saving me, even if I didn't know it till now."
She could feel the hot burn of tears in her eyes, "And I know that he wanted me to be happy, to move on. There's a time for grieving, and a time for moving on. I have grieved for him for so long that I forgot what it was like to feel until I met you," her eyes turned to Chanterelle.
"I loved him enough to leave my people, I loved him so much that I bore the heavy load of banishment for loving an outsider. And when he was gone, when I went to glimpse for catches of my sister--just to see her, just to know she was okay...I found the ashes and the bodies, everything I loved was gone. And I wondered why I even bothered to live. Chronos was gone. Memory was gone, and for years I traveled alone. I wished time and again that I had died with one of them so I didn't have to feel the pain."
Her eyes burned fiercely, "I loved Chronos, I always will. But I understand now what he wanted for me." She turned back to his grave and tore the bead out of her hair that she'd woven into it, "To let go. To live on. He saved me from giving up, and he wanted me to be okay. And now, it's finally time that I can say goodbye."
She cleared her throat, feeling almost a little stupid talking to him, "I know that you can hear me, wherever you are, or at leas I hope you can. I loved you, and I love you still. But I'm letting you go like you wanted me to. You were the love of my life, and then you gave me a new life to love. I thought you were selfish for making me stay away when you died, and I hated you for it. But I know now that it was the most giving thing you've ever done, you were willing to die alone so that I would not have to watch you wither away. You knew that I wouldn't leave you that I'd die beside you.
"And I will carry you with me forever, but I have found peace. I can let you go, I don't want to hold your spirit here or make you linger thinking you need to care for me. I'm better now, I can live again." Her voice fell silent, and she felt like maybe she'd released him from any chains that bound him to this earth--that maybe if he was staying behind, he'd go on. She was going to be okay.
He'd come all this way, and died on the edge of a swamp. Without a doubt, Aella knew that he was leading her hear, because to find him would be to find Chanterelle.
To love again.
"Thank you," she whispered. She felt that maybe at last he had peace too.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 2:51 am
All poignant questions, Chanterelle thought to herself, as she would think she would have been asking them herself. But they were rhetorical right now, so she remained silent and waited patiently for the mare to continue. It felt like she had a lot to say.
Chanterelle met her gaze when she turned to look at her. Again it was a moment of speechlessness for the blue mare, but at least this time it was not expected of her to say anything at all, not yet, for Aella had more to spill today than just tears.
Not only had she lost her beloved, but now it came to light that her sister and any other family had not just banished her, but died in a fire. What a horrible way to go. Chanterelle briefly hoped that perhaps something other than the slow-burning tendrils of flame had been their killer, if only to let them have escaped that most torturous way to go. But that, too, was a thought that she kept to herself, it was most inappropriate both here and now, and probably ever.
When Aella tore a bead that matched the ones on this grave out of her hair, Chanterelle flicked an ear in surprise. She had never noticed it before now, though she had spent so much time nuzzling into that mane. Her last remaining part of him, and she was finally ready to let it go.
Chanterelle's eyes filled up with tears asAella spoke her final goodbye to Chronos. She stood as nobly as ever, firm at the mare's side, but by the time she was done those tears had fallen silently down her cheeks. Not a sound or a sniffle came from the Kirin, taking a moment of silence as her own thank you to the brave Chronos. Even through death he had managed to help save the life of one he loved.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 4:08 pm
The heaviness in her heart lifted a little, and she closed her eyes for a moment letting memories flicker across her mind. When she opened them, she breathed deep. "Today is the end of a journey and the beginning of a new on. It's a new day, Chanterelle."
She looked at the mare with a blazing intensity, "I'm so glad that I have you---that you came with me." Her voice was softer, and gently she rubbed her face against the others neck. "You dont' know how much this means to me."
Not at all.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:21 pm
When the pale mare looked at her with such intense emotion, Chanterelle nearly fell apart. How was she the one feeling weak in the knees when this mare just relived vivid horrors. but for her, for Aella she stood strong despite her body's want to just fold up her knees and hold the pale mare close for all of eternity. Chanterelle's expression was soft and almost timid as she craned her neck over Aella's head, to rest her muzzle between her ears while she nuzzled her in return and she spoke words that she very seldom ever spoke.
"I am honored to have been here for you, Aella," for those words had to be earned and not just thrown about like feathers on the wind. She may not be a knight, but she did take upon herself certain such aspects, that much couldnt be helped when being raised bya father who called himself a form of modern knight.
"I would never let you do something like this on your own. I want to be there for you." without pulling away from the mare, Chanterelle sighed as if a weight had been lifted from her, too.
"Today, Aella. Today you were the strong one."
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