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In-Game Roleplay Events / [RP] Black and Blue
« on: January 01, 2012, 06:20:03 am »
Black and Blue
I. Bitter Remorse
[ This is the beginning of an open event. As always, feel free to join in should the opportunity present itself somehow (And its quite likely that it will). Remember, all inforrmation in this post is strictly OOC and cannot be dragged in and used by your character.
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I. Bitter Remorse
| Without a soul in which to confide her deepest fears and sorrows, a slender Dermorian woman with strawberry blond hair sat atop a grassy hill and stared at the burial well across the wide, open field. Although not its official name, it was commonly called the howling well due to its sorrowful expression. To her, it was cold and hardened; It looked like it was grieving for the loss of loved ones - wailing day and night, cycle after cycle; its cries and moans forever falling upon deaf ears as the foul taste of decay drifted from its lips. Zalloh knew that feeling of sorrow and helplessness quite well. It had been about twenty five cycles ago when she broke down from years of sadistic, methodical abuse and sought resolution of her woes in a way that would leave upon her, an indelible mark. At the moment, it seemed the only reasonable solution. He was small and frail, with thin black arms and small pointed horns on his shiny little head. As if it was yesterday, she could see him staring back at her from beneath the water's reflective surface as she held his soft, fleshy neck in her hands and forced his head to the bottom of the washtub. He screamed and cried for help, but his words were not more than a chain of bubbles and garbled speech. She held her breath - biting her lip and cried . She was dizzy with confusion, life altering stress, and dysphoria that just wouldn't go away, until her son's his face went soft and the last of his air rose to the top. She could smell and taste his breath as the last few bubbles burst and his life slipped from her hands. The time that had passed since that horrible day did little to assuage her guilt. Holding her ripened face in her hands as she placed her elbows on her knees, she rocked back and forth until her depression was replaced with silence. As she stared at the stony entrance to the burial well, she spoke aloud, "What good are gods when they do not answer? Are they deaf or do they just not care enough to intercede?" Leaning back, she placed her palms against the grass and stretched her legs forward - crossing them at her ankles. Feeling a tender twig beneath her fingers, she picked it from the ground and held it in front of her for a look. It was a starphire - with bright blue petals and a long, tender green stem. "Is this just coincidence, or another omen?", she asked herself. Twirling it between her thumb and fore finger, a lonesome tear streamed down her cheek. Smelling the flower, she repeated to herself her husband's favorite taunt, "So tender, fragrant, and wild. You're like a starphire, my dear. So quick to blossom and attract, and quicker yet to whither, rot and die without notice or concern." She let the lonely flower fall from her hand - feeling too weak and miserable to hold it, too overwhelmed to even care. It was so much easier not to care about anything all, but her empathy was her last shred of humanity. She had guarded it for so long and was determined to never let it go, but what was the point now? Nothing really mattered - her life had been ruined over and over again. The only thing left to hope for was true death and the eternal silence that would follow. |  |
[ This is the beginning of an open event. As always, feel free to join in should the opportunity present itself somehow (And its quite likely that it will). Remember, all inforrmation in this post is strictly OOC and cannot be dragged in and used by your character.
]