wash the dust off my soul [Flash]
Feb 22, 2015 16:17:34 GMT -5
Post by {PANTOMIME! on Feb 22, 2015 16:17:34 GMT -5
ONCE THERE WERE TREES FULL OF BIRDS
MEADOWLANDS VIBRANT WITH FLOWERSThe snowfall was getting ever so slightly heavier, but it fell so gently that she barely felt the flakes drop and melt into her thick coat. The city was slowly being covered in a blanket of white, as soft fragments broke from the clouds above and fell from the sky, being carried by the wind to the now invisible ground waiting below. It was cold, no doubt about that: but the snow dog barely noticed.. if anything, she was right in her element. Especially now that she was back in Cascaro.
She still had nightmares about the war. It had taken her mate from her, and even though she had been preparing for his death due to his deteriorating health and age, she hadn't expected him to be killed so quickly. And in such a gruesome way. In fear of her own life being taken, she had fled, horrified by the sheer violence and cruelty of the war. She felt so disgusted with herself, with her cowardice. All her children.. there was not one single day when she wouldn't miss them dreadfully. It was like a huge hole had been cut into her heart, she felt so empty. So lost. Her life had been so meaningless after all these years, and without Charon and their children, she'd just lost all hope. She'd been thinking about returning for a long time now, but the city had been in such a mess.. plus she'd never imagined being able to handle the pain and the guilt. But she'd realised that she couldn't possibly feel any worse than she already did. So, with the fights and feuds settling down and the hurricane over, she had decided to come home.
Walking through the streets had brought back such cold feelings of nostalgia and familiarity. Such a grim desolate city looked strangely beautiful and almost haunting in the silent snowfall. She was surrounded in white, save for the buildings which stood out against the purity of the sky and ground. Her pace was slow, head bowed and sickle tail drooping. Occasionally she would sniff at the ground or look up at a tall building as she walked past it, but for the most part she was just wandering aimlessly. Confused, sad, nostalgic, heartbroken.. and no longer as young as she used to be. Everything was so strange. Like returning to a damaged decrepit house you grew up in, and then returning to it after being away for too long. And she had indeed been away for too damn long..
The husky stopped in her tracks, moisture glittering faintly in the corner of her brown eyes. There it stood. After so long, she still knew exactly how to find it, and had been seeking it without even realising. Even subconsciously, the graveyard will always be the place she'll end up at. Beyond the fence lay the familiar path and gravestones she remembered walking down and weaving through so often. She had first met him here. They had conceived their offspring here. She had taught her children how to hunt here, playing and laughing with them so often, chasing them through the tombstones and trees. She winced. It was too much for her to bear.
Yet, she found herself walking into the cemetery. It just felt so natural, so normal. As if some shred of what remained of her hope was telling her that her children were alive and waiting for her, like they had done before. She knew the chances of that were ridiculously slim.. if they were still alive, they would've moved on and found their own lives now. Maybe they'd even left the city. She didn't know. Despite everything, the pull of the graveyard was too sweet to ignore, and before she knew it she was standing in what was once a part of her kindgom. Now it was nothing but a ghost -- a faded memory.
Pixie sat down in the snow, curled her tail around her legs, and cried.
The queen had returned. But this wasn't how she'd wanted to, it wasn't what she'd expected. She didn't know what she'd expected.
She felt more lost and alone than ever.CAREFREE THE SONGS OUR CHILDREN ONCE SANG
GILDING OUR MINUTES AND HOURS
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Notes: Pixie is back! this was so depressing to write, I'm so excited for this thread <33