Adrift the laced lingerie of Time

Zafina · (This post was last modified: January 10, 2019, 02:54 PM by Zafina.)

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

A spirit glossed across the nightly grounds of Sunspire Mountains. A sashay of unending determination, but determination to do what? It seemed there was no path, no goal, not even an idea for this shade with limbs...
But on they walked.

Moonlight screamed silently across the rocky outcrop, passing painfully over the scaffolding of dreadfully midnight plumes the heavens were dressed with. A nude breeze pushed over the world, and the Goddess felt it all. She, the void sheathed gypsy who seemed to find home after home, only to find them unsuitable for her taste, or rupture and fall apart at her very paws. Her latest run in had proven she could find very few to trust; her limbs were sore from the entire run she had to endure. Savage dogs, some awful mortals claiming she was their next wench for the night. Her? A Goddess? She dwelled in no such handlings.

A glimmer there in the night skittered a star amongst her oil-slick silhouette. A smile as she recalled her swift capability to take two of the degenerates down before they had even known how swift such a small body could be. She was Zafina! Her name itself translated to "Victorious"! The other deities oversaw the Goddess' triumph, aiding her when she needed to flit from humane to unforgiving. This was how it was meant to be; especially after they had trapped her in this pitiful plane. There was nothing for her, here. Nothing at all.

Petite shadows worked together to pull this catalyst along, a cascade of ebony shimmering as tidal waves would while moonlight greeted her then bid her farewell. Up a mound of granite and other jagged stones as she leapt upwards. Her interest in this mountain's peak was of spiteful intent originally...yet now, she only wanted to be closer to home. The stars were as close as she could get...

yet she held back from touching those, as well.

She recalled from a faroff memory, one that in all reality was a dream, but the Goddess would swear it was real until her final breath. Zafina had swam amongst the stars so many times, she was in love with with them. Especially the Magnetars. She had a fondness for dwarf planets as well, whom she'd watched be repeately massacred aparet only to either blister away onto an asteroid field or be reformed into a planet, one much stronger and heartier.

Zafina was clueless that this was truly how things went, but her imagination ran wild with her 'original life'. She knew that universe she was in, along with how many she hadn't seen versus how many she had. Her Family, the Original Celestials, they had punished her, forcing her to live this lifeless existence on this pathetic planet in this lowly for.

"Nu valia buti fahka veek, ir tikazi Nu eile va, ya payuwr valia alga."

Zafina atleast appreciated the breeze that crossed her weary limbs. But she knew to replenish her health and energy, she would have to take the health and energy from another. Some prey animal, or anything that was of ease to her. Apparently food did not up and appear, nor was brought to her by lesser gods. No, the Celestials forced her to work for this, as well. To teach her rightful arrogance, manners. The tricolored woman felt her ire bloom deceptively in her heart. But this was not helping her...

She would either need food soon, or to commune with her Ancients to bring about something for her.

But every sky will build my throne.