07-29-2011, 12:08 PM
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Kelarria pushed her tongue into her lower lip in thought, pushing it out. The last several days on this accursed island left a lot of time for her to think. Her mind wandered through her past. Her difficult childhood, her life on the streets of Silvermoon. And then her meeting of Sathia, the first person to ever.. click, with her. To tolerate her, and be her friend. Her thoughts traveled over to Sangreala.
...Sangreala.
Her face turned down into a deep frown, her ears drooping along side. She tucked some stray strand of hair behind her ear, and looked down at the dusty floor of the keep. Kelarria loved Sathia, for all sorts of reasons. But she loved Sangreala too, all for entirely different reasons. Behind that tortured, fractured soul, there was still someone who cared. Misunderstood, abused, and used, but she was there. Someone who could still love, and be loved. Kelarria blinked a couple of times, her eyes starting to burn slightly. It was incredible how quickly she and Sangreala fell for each other. It irked Kelarria to no end at how illogical it was, and she couldn't understand it. But it had happened.
Kelarria rubbed her eyes dry, still peering down at the stone floor. What if she hadn't let Sangreala leave, the day they made love? Would Sangreala still be with her? Would they be fighting the foul Caidrah together, hand in hand? Or would they both have died to the demon? Either fate would have been better than this. Her love was taken, broken, and killed, but her body remained, with someone she did not know inside of her. It was the ultimate insult from Caidrah.
What if she had brought Sangreala back with her to Silvermoon, that final, blessed meeting in Deadwind? Her thoughts wandered back to their final kiss. Oh, Sangrealas kiss... Every time they kissed... Intense, passionate, loving... But sad. Sangreala likely knew this would have never lasted long. She knew that there was no stopping what she as being turned into. But what if Kelarria grabbed hold of Sangreala, and teleported with her to Silvermoon? Caidrah wouldnt've known where she went for a time, and they could have prepared. Kelarria and her friends could easily fight off anything!
...But she didn't. Why didn't Kelarria prevent her from leaving? Why didn't she teleport to Silvermoon with her on that last meeting? She pondered this for a while, her eyes starting to leak tears, which silently dripped down onto the ground.
...She was scared. She was a coward. She feared Caidrah, and what she'd do to herself, her friends, her loved ones. She didn't think she could fight someone like Caidrah, even with her friends. She failed Sangreala because she was too afraid to help her. Kelarria reached up and tugged her ears down, biting on her lip as a wave of grief swept over her. She was too weak to help Sangreala then.
She cried. She cried for minutes, or maybe hours, in the corner of that room in the old abandoned keep. She didn't care if anyone saw her, or how much time passed. She just did. It was her fault for not trying hard to save Sangreala. It was her fault that she was too cowardly to save her loved.
Then it came to her. She can't cry and grieve over Sangreala forever. She can't sit by, scared of whatever challenges come her way.
She will find Sangreala, and in one last battle between these two torn apart lovers, grant her agonized, tortured soul the final rest it deserves. And maybe, when that final blow is struck, the Sangreala she loved will return for just an instant, so Kelarria can set her at peace. A thing of fairytails, hoping for that, but it was a nice thought.
Her thoughts of Caidrah however, were far from nice.
Kelarria intended horrible things done to Caidrah. This demon is what was responsible for her Sangreala being taken from her, and broken. Killed. And she would happily do it again to anyone elses loved one. This demon must not be allowed to walk freely. Others may fear her, but Kelarria refuses to now. She will find Caidrah, and she will bring the torture she gave to others on the demon. When she feels she has properly avenged Sangreala, she will cut Caidrahs very arms from her body. She will shatter every bone in her legs, and then she will drag the demon by her hair to Silvermoon, where she will await her final punishment. Death.
Perhaps her plans for Caidrah will fail. She won't be able to give her the slow, agonizing death she wishes upon her. Maybe it will be finished in one strike.
Kelarria rubbed her face dry on her sleeve, still thinking quietly.
She didn't hate Sangreala. She didn't loath her, despise her, dislike her, or anything. She loved her as much as she had their day together in Eversong. And, unknown to them both, the gaping hole in her chest wasn't far off from the truth.
Her heart was broken, battered, and torn. It pained her to know that of the two people she loved, for very different reasons, one is forever out of her reach, and the other is pulling away. A fresh wave of tears came from Kelarria, and she quickly wiped them away. She will not be weak anymore. She will not hide or cower from threats such as Caidrah.
She smiled, even after all of her tears. Her mind wandered off to the things Sangreala and her had done together, for those few short days. And she smiled. She looked down at the ground still, but quietly whispered. "I forgive you, Sangreala."
...Sangreala.
Her face turned down into a deep frown, her ears drooping along side. She tucked some stray strand of hair behind her ear, and looked down at the dusty floor of the keep. Kelarria loved Sathia, for all sorts of reasons. But she loved Sangreala too, all for entirely different reasons. Behind that tortured, fractured soul, there was still someone who cared. Misunderstood, abused, and used, but she was there. Someone who could still love, and be loved. Kelarria blinked a couple of times, her eyes starting to burn slightly. It was incredible how quickly she and Sangreala fell for each other. It irked Kelarria to no end at how illogical it was, and she couldn't understand it. But it had happened.
Kelarria rubbed her eyes dry, still peering down at the stone floor. What if she hadn't let Sangreala leave, the day they made love? Would Sangreala still be with her? Would they be fighting the foul Caidrah together, hand in hand? Or would they both have died to the demon? Either fate would have been better than this. Her love was taken, broken, and killed, but her body remained, with someone she did not know inside of her. It was the ultimate insult from Caidrah.
What if she had brought Sangreala back with her to Silvermoon, that final, blessed meeting in Deadwind? Her thoughts wandered back to their final kiss. Oh, Sangrealas kiss... Every time they kissed... Intense, passionate, loving... But sad. Sangreala likely knew this would have never lasted long. She knew that there was no stopping what she as being turned into. But what if Kelarria grabbed hold of Sangreala, and teleported with her to Silvermoon? Caidrah wouldnt've known where she went for a time, and they could have prepared. Kelarria and her friends could easily fight off anything!
...But she didn't. Why didn't Kelarria prevent her from leaving? Why didn't she teleport to Silvermoon with her on that last meeting? She pondered this for a while, her eyes starting to leak tears, which silently dripped down onto the ground.
...She was scared. She was a coward. She feared Caidrah, and what she'd do to herself, her friends, her loved ones. She didn't think she could fight someone like Caidrah, even with her friends. She failed Sangreala because she was too afraid to help her. Kelarria reached up and tugged her ears down, biting on her lip as a wave of grief swept over her. She was too weak to help Sangreala then.
She cried. She cried for minutes, or maybe hours, in the corner of that room in the old abandoned keep. She didn't care if anyone saw her, or how much time passed. She just did. It was her fault for not trying hard to save Sangreala. It was her fault that she was too cowardly to save her loved.
Then it came to her. She can't cry and grieve over Sangreala forever. She can't sit by, scared of whatever challenges come her way.
She will find Sangreala, and in one last battle between these two torn apart lovers, grant her agonized, tortured soul the final rest it deserves. And maybe, when that final blow is struck, the Sangreala she loved will return for just an instant, so Kelarria can set her at peace. A thing of fairytails, hoping for that, but it was a nice thought.
Her thoughts of Caidrah however, were far from nice.
Kelarria intended horrible things done to Caidrah. This demon is what was responsible for her Sangreala being taken from her, and broken. Killed. And she would happily do it again to anyone elses loved one. This demon must not be allowed to walk freely. Others may fear her, but Kelarria refuses to now. She will find Caidrah, and she will bring the torture she gave to others on the demon. When she feels she has properly avenged Sangreala, she will cut Caidrahs very arms from her body. She will shatter every bone in her legs, and then she will drag the demon by her hair to Silvermoon, where she will await her final punishment. Death.
Perhaps her plans for Caidrah will fail. She won't be able to give her the slow, agonizing death she wishes upon her. Maybe it will be finished in one strike.
Kelarria rubbed her face dry on her sleeve, still thinking quietly.
She didn't hate Sangreala. She didn't loath her, despise her, dislike her, or anything. She loved her as much as she had their day together in Eversong. And, unknown to them both, the gaping hole in her chest wasn't far off from the truth.
Her heart was broken, battered, and torn. It pained her to know that of the two people she loved, for very different reasons, one is forever out of her reach, and the other is pulling away. A fresh wave of tears came from Kelarria, and she quickly wiped them away. She will not be weak anymore. She will not hide or cower from threats such as Caidrah.
She smiled, even after all of her tears. Her mind wandered off to the things Sangreala and her had done together, for those few short days. And she smiled. She looked down at the ground still, but quietly whispered. "I forgive you, Sangreala."