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I’d already ran out of tears - Vali - 01-11-2023
Was everything a lie these days? Was everything just an illusion? Vali was distraught. It was shown in the ruin of his camp, the uneasy attitude of his steed, and his shirt had been torn off his body in a fit of rage. He left it tattered and on the ground as he mounted Codrin with ease, urging him into an abrupt canter through the wood. The shire tossed his head and offered a whinnie, but Vali wouldn’t hear of it. He was so angry and hurt, the agony threatened tears but he had been abandoned before, and he ran out of those when he was seven.
Thunder rolled as the draft horse stormed across the earth, it was a good while before Vali allowed the horse to come to a walk. They were both breathing heavily, and Vali grunted a snarl and tugged on Codrin’s mane to have him halt, where he would then throw his face into his hands, hunch over, and release a mighty scream.
Morana had vanished, all of their plans gone and destroyed. Everything Vali thought was to come had been set ablaze and burnt to ash. He couldn’t process emotion well, and now felt as though he couldn’t ever open up again. He’d have to move his camp now, return to his feral way of life. Anger riddled through every fiber and shown in the pulsing of his toned muscles across a bare torso. His abdomen heaved again as he released another scream, scaring Codrin to throw his head and slash his tail.
What agony this was. And no words to express it.
RE: I’d already ran out of tears - Eiko - 02-07-2023
Peace had been found in the wilds, legs draping into the cooling brush of the lake. Adornments long cast aside as they lay beside her, detached sleeves neatly folded and nestled upon vegetation. Shoes perched atop them as if to hold it all in place. Though not all lay removed for fabric still hugged her frame and fell about her hips. Concealment to all put arms and legs so that one may enough the crisp waters, breathe in the floral perfumes which rose from all which surrounded it.
Though it seemed such things were not meant to last as peace lay shattered. Hooves rumbling like distant thunder as they traversed these lands as loudly as humanly possible. Complaints grumbled under her breath though she would not let it ruin her time here. If she was lucky whoever it was would keep going, however, hopes lay dashed when those steady beats slowed. Replaced by a feral scream seemingly targeted at none but the very skies above.
Reluctantly crown would tilt, ears flopping lazily to the side as she took in the sights of this rather wild looking man. His face contorted by rage and yet in the callings which fled his lungs one could not help but to capture some form of hurt. While the kitsune hardly cared to know the details of what had driven him to such madness, what she did concern herself with was the ways he had interrupted the tranquility of where she’d chosen to relax.
And perhaps, while she would not admit it, that instinct to mother and calm this man festered beneath the surface. Bring him down from whatever this was. Gentle tones would call out though she refused to rise from her place alongside the glittering pools. Only offering the brush of her voice and the softness of her gaze, “Why don’t you come down from there?” ‘Before that horse of yours throws you off,’ a thought kept to herself but with the way the towering equine danced it was no doubt a possibility.