It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.
All she knew was how badly everything had hurt. Everything, from her paw pads to her ear’s tips. Her mind was pained, her body wounded...
but her spirit was whole, unbroken and pure.
The voices began as she was ushered into something so much more crystalline and soft that what truly was happening to her battered form. Her Ma, her Fa, all of her siblings and fellow warriors calling out to her, even her Grands, her Grand Grands, and all before them. Chanting to her encouragement, praise, promise...promise that she would live among the stars with them, that she had done them proudly.
But as her soothe came to claim her, a voice brought her from her sweet reverie with a agonizing yank. A heartbreaking pull, one so full of forlorn that she was jarred from the paradise which they tried to beckon her to-
@Posie was calling her name, tears not only in his vibrant and usually cheerful eyes, but loss marauding through his voice with such mind numbing press that she could not turn. She could not be free just yet- she had a duty, a legacy to embark upon, a friend waiting.
She had won the battle...
But the war still stood.
It was then the Blue Swan Empress opened her eyes, sapphire blues melding with the swim of the deep depths around her.
but her spirit was whole, unbroken and pure.
The voices began as she was ushered into something so much more crystalline and soft that what truly was happening to her battered form. Her Ma, her Fa, all of her siblings and fellow warriors calling out to her, even her Grands, her Grand Grands, and all before them. Chanting to her encouragement, praise, promise...promise that she would live among the stars with them, that she had done them proudly.
But as her soothe came to claim her, a voice brought her from her sweet reverie with a agonizing yank. A heartbreaking pull, one so full of forlorn that she was jarred from the paradise which they tried to beckon her to-
@Posie was calling her name, tears not only in his vibrant and usually cheerful eyes, but loss marauding through his voice with such mind numbing press that she could not turn. She could not be free just yet- she had a duty, a legacy to embark upon, a friend waiting.
She had won the battle...
But the war still stood.
It was then the Blue Swan Empress opened her eyes, sapphire blues melding with the swim of the deep depths around her.
Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.
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Through the Fire, the Phoenix- Through the Sea, the Swan. - by Akira - May 09, 2019, 04:39 PM
RE: Through the Fire, the Phoenix- Through the Sea, the Swan. - by Akira - May 09, 2019, 05:00 PM