FLAWS & agathe

[sybil.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 55%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Storm-cloud eyes peered intently at the night sky, the darkness, the moon, the distant planets, the stars. The lone creature sat beneath the sea of constellations, and despite the vastness of it all, she did not feel insignificant. She felt safe within the night's gentle embrace. This was as close to home as she could get now, she realized, frowning at the distance between herself and the heavens (the sky and the afterlife or wherever her tribe had gone).

Sybil lowered her head, slowly, as whispers drifted towards her on the wind. Spirits murmured all around her - though none her family -, urging her to move, to run. It seemed her friends on the other side were always wanting her to flee this place. It felt like a war was raging inside of herself: the spirits wished her to leave while she knew the gods wished her here.

But what did she want? She wasn't entirely sure.

The golden circlet tinkled lightly as she lifted her head skyward once more. Her thoughts began to wander now, and Agathe continued to appear in her mind. The black panther scowled. She could not fathom for what reasons that girl was constantly traipsing her mindscape. She shook her head as black lips moved wordlessly to dismiss the swell of phantom voices. Much to her chagrin, she allowed the visions of Agathe to come. And, against her better judgement, the Starstruck Guardian attempted to peer into Agathe's mind.

.... She was sad? Sybil's fictional brows knitted together. The emotions that radiated from Ag seemed to seep into her own being, which was as chilling as it was curious. She tried to ignore it, to blame it on her powers though she couldn't help but feel as if it were something... more. It felt like a primordial connection lay interwoven between the pair. That, Sybil decided, was terrifying.

"Find me," the obsidian creature sent telepathically, moving to a standing position. She headed in the direction of the ruins of the ancient city. The decrepit structures were hauntingly beautiful in the daylight and even more attractive in the gentle light of night. Moonlight would swim downwards, illuminating the fallen civilization, setting the marble fixtures ablaze with something like starlight.

It didn't take Sybil long to reach her destination. Here, she would await Agathe - she hoped.

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Agathe was sad- sad that she had forsaken her home and her people, sad that she now commanded a clan that she still felt like a stranger within, sad that her place in the world seemed insignificant and wholly forgettable, sad that Sofiya was at her side no longer. So much melancholy lurked just beneath her carefully composed expression, barely kept contained as she continued to relentlessly push herself each and every day. She should not be feeling such distress at her own hands nor should she be allowed to dwell on it any longer than she already had and yet, Agathe seemed to lack the very ability to focus on anything but her own failures.

Child of peace turned child of war, who is it that you are fighting for? Sybil's voice was on constant replay within her mind, nagging at her very conscience as she tried so desperately to answer the question and decipher the rest of the prophecy. She wanted to insist that she was fighting for the Ascendants, that everything she did was in their best interest, but at this point, she couldn't quite say if that was true or not. She felt completely and utterly torn between the home that had honed her into a weapon and the home that she had been granted freedom within. It shouldn't be a hard choice, she knew that, but still... still, her heart had belonged to Sofiya at one point and she had buried her in the mountains of the Ironbeaks. It was only right for a part of her to always be there, to always miss what she once had- the power she had once commanded.

"Find me."

Admittedly, Agathe was relieved to hear Sybil's voice telling her something other than that wicked prophecy. She wasn't keen on meeting with the one who spelled out what could only be her certain doom, but some strange force - the same force she had felt when the Oracle had first joined - seemed to be tugging at her very soul. She had no choice but the oblige the the panther and find her, wherever she might be.

"You called?"

The golden-eyed Seraph had quickly located Sybil within the City of Stars, fate itself guiding her footsteps to her. She'd behold the other silently for a few moments, lips twisting into that signature frown of hers before she cautiously elected to take a seat. "Do the Gods have another ominous prophecy for me to try to decipher?" She inquired, the notes of humor she attempted to inject her tone with failing. Miserably. She'd blink a few times, hoping that Sybil hadn't noticed. "Or is there something..." She paused, looking over the other girl with a halfway scrutinizing gaze, "Else?" She wouldn't be surprised- not even if Sybil informed her that she had only days to live if she didn't change her ways. Somehow, she expected nothing less from the Gods and the mouthpiece they seemed to command.