12-13-2020, 11:31 PM
ARES
You're safe now, and safe may you stay.
For I have a prayer just for you.
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(mention of gore in the 3rd paragraph)
Sleeping gently within the bundle of furs and the golden blanket within Elsweyr's home was the small kitten Ares. A soft ball of warmth curled up in golden cloth. But as quiet at she seemed, as gentle as she seemed to sleep, her mind was troubled.
Gentle grass fields burned away, homes crumbled. Smoke clouded the cat's vision, burned her throat, stung her nose. Screams pierced the child's ears as her mother hurried in and out, orders being thrown to and fro. Such power, such authority from her mother, elegant black wings shaking with anger at the incompetence of her subjects. But there was panic in her voice. With haste did she lead her child out, standing over the kitten as she guided her toward a backway.
Frantic the scream from another, seeking help, which the woman nodded toward the hidden entrance, and they hasitly went, leaving her and her child in the dust. The child searched the area, eyes settling on the bloodied, ripped apart body of her father, who once stood mighty and powerful. Ribs showed through flesh, one leg was torn completely from body. The child's cry was sudden, and even more sudden was the lift in golden cloth. Suddenly the child found herself swaddled. Still the smoke burned.
The world blurred and suddenly she was in the swamp. On the moist soils, the child struggled to lift herself but her legs failed her. The gentle words of her mother, Ma'an tiano amera, viame caiso.' And suddenly her mother was gone. Violent silence veiled the area. Suddenly there were shadows. Silver eyes. Dark scales. Black fur. Reptilian scent. Pain. Fangs. Failure.
She kicked wildly as she awoke, a quiet gasp about her. Amber eyes flew frantically from one area to another, still smelling smoke, still in danger. danger. danger.
Sleeping gently within the bundle of furs and the golden blanket within Elsweyr's home was the small kitten Ares. A soft ball of warmth curled up in golden cloth. But as quiet at she seemed, as gentle as she seemed to sleep, her mind was troubled.
Gentle grass fields burned away, homes crumbled. Smoke clouded the cat's vision, burned her throat, stung her nose. Screams pierced the child's ears as her mother hurried in and out, orders being thrown to and fro. Such power, such authority from her mother, elegant black wings shaking with anger at the incompetence of her subjects. But there was panic in her voice. With haste did she lead her child out, standing over the kitten as she guided her toward a backway.
Frantic the scream from another, seeking help, which the woman nodded toward the hidden entrance, and they hasitly went, leaving her and her child in the dust. The child searched the area, eyes settling on the bloodied, ripped apart body of her father, who once stood mighty and powerful. Ribs showed through flesh, one leg was torn completely from body. The child's cry was sudden, and even more sudden was the lift in golden cloth. Suddenly the child found herself swaddled. Still the smoke burned.
The world blurred and suddenly she was in the swamp. On the moist soils, the child struggled to lift herself but her legs failed her. The gentle words of her mother, Ma'an tiano amera, viame caiso.' And suddenly her mother was gone. Violent silence veiled the area. Suddenly there were shadows. Silver eyes. Dark scales. Black fur. Reptilian scent. Pain. Fangs. Failure.
She kicked wildly as she awoke, a quiet gasp about her. Amber eyes flew frantically from one area to another, still smelling smoke, still in danger. danger. danger.
code by Reggan
YOU WILL SURVIVE IT, SOMEHOW♕
BECAUSE LIFE STARTS NOW!
BECAUSE LIFE STARTS NOW!
Ares — Utahraptor — Commonfolk of The Horde — tags