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Posted 09-12-2017, 11:07 PM |
Enigma (Site Helper)
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
450 ep
© Sylvirr
Eternal love only exists in distress



It was not often that Mercury sought out the solitude that he so disliked. Sure, he often went to meditate-- to pray, even. And today, this is what he does. He makes his way towards the amphitheater, not having been since the collapse--both the collapse of the cavern, of the hearts of those that dwell within it. A heavy sorrow pervades his every pore, his current existence seemingly held together by broken bits and baubles of anguish and longing. But he would not crumble, he would not break. He would, instead, bend. He would shift and morph and twist and he would come back whole. But for now? Emptiness.

His feet carry him, wary, soft, towards the Monolith that stands at the center of the lake now, and while he does not see it, he knows its presence. It is the nearest place he can think of. He steps forward, the water swirling around his ankles-- a gentle sloshing as he pads forward and finally does he press a paw against the stone, feeling for the sharp edge of it's pointed spire, and upon finding it? Harsh and sharp and quick, he slams his limb against it. A crack, broken only by the sound of a soft, continuous dripping. Back to shore now, he limps-- hobbles, worrying the wounded limb now but a price for a price-- blood for blood. Life, for life. The fare must be paid, the token given, and he would not allow Szymon to pass into the long dark without the payment the ferryman so demanded.


Ruellia
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Posted 09-12-2017, 11:07 PM |
Enigma (Site Helper)
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
450 ep
© Sylvirr
[][]gonna tag Yvaine and Ianthe and Tembrel too, just in case. [][]

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Posted 09-15-2017, 05:01 PM |
Enigma
Yvaine
Enigma Hunter
Female, 3.50
Ectomorph
39.5 in, 96 lbs
8 ep
© Amber
[MercuryShould I wait for Ruellia first, or can I post now?]



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Posted 09-15-2017, 05:09 PM |
Sylvirr
Rogue
Female, 10.25
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┬─┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) in, (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ lbs
ep
© OOC account
(09-15-2017, 05:01 PM)Yvaine Wrote: [@[Mercury]Should I wait for Ruellia first, or can I post now?]

You can post. Don't forget to fix your OOC name, btw
Yvaine [][]

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Posted 09-15-2017, 05:19 PM |
Enigma
Yvaine
Enigma Hunter
Female, 3.50
Ectomorph
39.5 in, 96 lbs
8 ep
© Amber

Yvaine padded once again through the halls, the corridors, the dead ends. Her gaze was blank, and, so was her mind: empty. Her walk was slow. There was no need of hurry. The quiet should've been peaceful, but instead it haunted her like her nightmares.
She hadn't caught anything today. Not for her pack, not for herself. She felt clumsy, for the first time in forever. Useless. She didn't even feel hunger, thou she must've looked rather scrawny.
She hadn't groomed her coat today. Not yesterday. So unlike her, she had let the soil cling to her snow-white pelt, let the stones stick between her pink paw pads.
If one word was to describe her, she was abscent. Stuck in her nightmare.
Useless.
She kept her mind open for the thoughts and feelings around her. She didn't think about it, she was just used to being that way. She had always did so. She needed the pressure on her skull to know she was alive. And right now, she was starting to question even that
In the distance she felt pain, and heard inner sacrifice. Her paws swayed her through the labyrinth until she reached a lake. Had she been here before?
Yes, yes she has. Even in her emptyness, her eyes still managed to water, then fill, until her tears run down her cheeks once again. If she kept this up she would get dehidratated. But, she probably wouldn't notice.
In front of her the black shadow of Mercury limped away from the water. She smelt blood, on him, on the monolith of obsidian.
"Are you alright?" she whispered, worry in her blurred eyes, her voice surprisingly hoarse. After Szymon's death she had hardly opened her mouth to eat and drink: let alone talk. She was like mute all this time: not that there was anybody to talk to. She hadn't really met anybody: was she doing this on purpose? She didn't even know.
"..."
Mercury




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Posted 09-16-2017, 09:06 PM |
Enigma
Ruellia
Enigma Alpha
Female, 4.25
Meso-fighter
33 in, 115 lbs
371 ep
© Xechi
she's my moon in the dark;
he's my fire in the cold;

Heavy is the heart burdened with grief and sorrow; heavier still the heartbreak shared. Ruellia had become the little ghost that Vaitan so lovingly dubbed her, fleeting, temporary, but so very vibrant when one opened their mind to see. Her visits to the depths of the underworld were brief, spent mostly in meditation and solitude. It wasn't that she wanted to hide from her friends, her family, but the grief is consuming. She hadn't a clue how to begin unraveling the webs that encased her darkling heart; her solitude felt like the only choice. Despite this, when gentle words of her once-lost sister echoed like a whisper, Ruellia turned towards her, drawn out of a self-imposed darkness.

The scent of blood was stark against the familiar earthy moss, and her brow raises with a show of confusion as she approaches the unlikely pair from behind. Gently, her mind sought Mercury's, sought Yvaine's, feeling out the moments before her arrival as the weight of her long-endured headache returned. Her sister's pain was equally consuming, it was loud, but personal in a way the grieving Queen could relate. Mercury's, on the other hand, was, not lesser, but muted, an abyss likened to what her dead brother now faced. She sighs, pushing the sadness from her dark lips as she responds in Mercury's place, "He's fine, sister-mine, our dear Jester has faced... worse than little scrapes, no?" She mimics what would be a smile, a joke on Mercury's behalf and in reference to the gaping wound she'd loved from first-sight. Rue steps quickly to the obsidian stone, the last remnant of Ramona's legacy, her claws muted beneath the splash of still water. In silence, she presses her forehead to the cool stone, and remembers the woman that was.

Another loss. Her chest aches as she pulls away, turning her enigmatic gaze on her partner. "This... ferryman, he requires penance?" Her eyes lay, unblinking, on the self-inflicted wound. With a flick of her black-tipped tail, she invites Yvaine to her side, sending a brief, inviting (if empty) smile her way. Rue knew little of Mercury's curious sight, but understood, by way of faith, that what he believed was true. Perhaps, not in Doutaini, but somewhere- perhaps this ferryman did dwell. "Perhaps we should make a payment as well?"

Mercury

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Posted Yesterday, 07:56 PM |
Enigma (Site Helper)
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
450 ep
© Sylvirr
Eternal love only exists in distress



Pulled from his reverie by the voice of a wisp, Yvaine--the pale star-- inquires, her voice reaching him crystalline and clear, and he hums out a warm sound of soothing comfort, prepared to explain himself when it is She Who Has Been Kissed By The Darkness who comes and speaks on his behalf, and with it comes a dry--but honest--chuckle. A shoulder drawn up, languid in a loose shrug that ripples fluid down his spine,"Far, far worse." he promises, and yet then he settles, the shallow pool beneath the three reflecting nothing more than the sorrow that was their souls, for how must it feel for them all to have lost someone so dear?
"It is a tale from my homeland. A body--what we have... is little more than bone and meat, powered by a spirit. And all spirits must cross the veil into death, but alas, none can cross any border without proper toll, no? And it is the ferryman who takes souls hitherto and fro, and so he demands penance. Szymon..." He sighs-- there is a pang in his gut, a clenching that the blessed wolf can likely feel-- a dagger in his heart--he felt at least partially responsible for Szymon's death--"...Szymon passed without bringing a toll. It is fair that someone pays it. I can't bear the thought of his spirit unresting." he admitted--so soon after so many. There was heartbreak in these halls now--heartbreak and loss. "..The family should know. Murmura... I know she no longer considers it, but I feel it would be cruel to deny her the right to say goodbye to one she once loved. And we cannot blame the children for the sins of the parents.... But a proper funeral would be otherwise incomplete without at least extending an invitation, no?" This question, posed to both Yvaine and Ruellia brought with it the true nature of the dark beast--he was a creature of emotion, tumultous and turbulent.


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