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97th of Vhalar 716

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97th Vhalar 716
Her breath turned to particles of ice and fell away. Quickly lost to the elements as though it had never been given life. Fingers and toes had long since turned cold and then eventually numb. Sunset over Idalos and painted the world with a brush stained with blood. The wind pulled insistent at her hair and cloak. The incessant howl in contest with the crash of waves and the subtle flap wool and leather. Her cloak tugged at her neck, until she unfastened it with a deft hand. Then it soared back inland spiraling into the distance in a flash of pale blue against a crimson sky. It was colder without the layer of wool but she could breathe more easily.

At the treeline, the Volareon flexed uneasy wings before hunching against the weather. Nose tucked against its feet as it watched her. They would think she was an awful person and that she had never deserved Elsie for this. They were right. She had never deserved Malcolm either and this was better for the two beings that held her heart strings. Another burst of wind stole her breath and she lifted her arms from her sides. Boots lined up against the edge of the precipice. The ground fell away in a tumble of jagged rocks. The bottom of widow’s point offered an unyielding end to any that fell forward into the wind. A way to vanish, as though she had never existed. She wouldn’t be able to hurt them anymore.

She’d dreamt of this place once; that much she knew. All of her dreams these days were caught up with reality and half-remembered hopes. Disgust, anger, and disappointment had crossed Malcolm’s features in a heartbeat. She was vulgar to him. There had been so much space between them. In her desperation to close the gap she’d shown true colours and been met with an honest opinion. A wretched, broken thing; and if he’d ever found out what she’d done it would only confirm his loathsome judgement. He was pain, and devotion and the memories that rose without calling. He had promised her justice and vengeance and it had been a dream. A nightmare where she was forced to walk all the paths of the world alone.

All her careful actions to hide the worst of who she was. They would come to fruition if she lent forward against the wind. A steady storm that kept pushing her back and curled fingers in her hair like a lover. Elsie deserved better. She deserved someone who could protect her from the world and shield her from the darkness.

There had been a shard of glass in her cloak and the Skyrider had found it without meaning to. It had slid clean across the heart-line of her palm before falling away to vanish in the wind. She could feel the warm liquid trailing down her fingertips and the myriad of tiny cuts that should have stung from the night before. Her head would have been pounding with her heart from too much wine. Her chest was heavy and had been aching with the need to nurse. Had Elsie eaten? Was someone making sure she was cuddled and wrapped up tight? Elyna blinked quick tears away and felt them freeze against her cheeks. Malcolm loved her. She would be loved and protected and cared for, for all of her days. Malcolm would be happier and free to choose his own path. This was better.
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Vri, Pier, and Pre were situated along a river bank off in the far reaches of the Southern Region of Idalos. Off in the distance was a gentle waterfall that poured icy blue water into a quiet lake. After the recent events that had transpired between his brethren, the three were more or less unanimously keeping their distance from others. Not out of fear, but rather, to find peace within the world after so much chaos, death, and destruction. Fate had a way of showing its head in the worst of situations and, because of it, Vri felt an odd sense of helplessness.
He could only do what was bade of him, what his instinctual job required of him and the man had hated it. Every time he pressed his palm down onto the heart of a frightened, dying individual and felt as much as heard the sound stop... No one would know of the cold ache it caused in his core. He didn't long to bring about death, and there was so much of it...
Pier and Pre were discussing something that had them both heated in debate when Vri tilted his head up as if to listen and focus on something. Pre stopped mid sentence as well, turning to the silent man with knowing eyes. They couldn't communicate telepathically, but they'd been together long enough to know what such a look meant. Even Pier scowled before the hands of darkness and shadow enveloped Vri as he sat upon the ground and pulled him into a world of abyss and stars. He saw her face, felt her pain, and could hear the steady knock of her heart as his door when the shadows released him.
Vri sat in the grass, leaned up against a tree as he watched the brunette with cold eyes. Her heart knocked again as thoughts slowly convinced her but the cold wind kept her back. She leaned and it pushed, blood dripping from a hand ready to embrace the air and dive.
Then he spoke and the wind howled, though not to push her back but to wrap around her like a sudden cyclone of late Vhalar's cold kisses. The wind was no longer gently, no longer caressed, it was no longer warm but so icy, the Viden arctic could only compare, “Death does not welcome you, Burhan.” Vri's chilling voice pulsed within the space. Even the Volareon knew better than to fight the sudden stranger and oddly, coward back further into the treeline, looking entirely anxious.
Finally, the wind released her with a sudden gale back from the edge with such force, he wouldn't be surprised if the woman fell over. Words told slowly through expressionless lips, his eyes as cold as the chilled air, “You wish to die today.”
It wasn't a question but a statement, one he hoped would pull at her heart strings enough to make her realize the error of her request.
Elyna's pain was so palpable, Vri could feel it from the distance and looked away from her when it began to echo within him, spurring the same maddening emotions he experienced from his lost love all those Arcs ago. Elyna reminded Vri of Anaza, in a way, but his human lover was far more stronger than this mortal. Maybe it was because Anaza knew if she ever requested such a thing from Vri, it would cripple him just as he knew doing this for Elyna would cripple Malcolm.
It would ruin the mortalborn.
Vri rose his gaze to her once more, “Tell me why.”
Very slowly, his ether packed energy would radiate from the Immortal and he would slowly numb the torrent of chaotic depression racing throughout her body and mind, providing her a small opportunity of clear, calm thoughts.
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The wind changed and turned frigid on her skin. Shivering in her shirt and leather jerkin the woman shuddered. Her gaze stretched out beyond the rocks and over the ocean. The reflected sky in calmer waters and she swayed. Wrapped up in frozen air and chilled by the touch of ice on bare skin. She stretched, arching as bitter kisses trailed down her neck. Lifted onto her toes with her arms spread.
“Death does not welcome you, Burhan.” Vri's chilling voice pulsed within the space.
Was it denied then? The final embrace of death? Unwelcome. It was almost enough to unfurl the final wrap around her heart and force her legs to leap. Another reckless motion, one that would have hurled her to jagged precipice below. What doomed existence would that be, unwelcomed even by death? Forced back she stumbled over her feet. Balance still lost in a recovering body, the woman fell without grace and landed on her backside. Hands slamming into the frozen grass on either side of her hips. Scrambling, she turned to face the newcomer. Struggling back to her feet, she managed a step towards him before her legs betrayed her and dropped her once more.
Fingers curled around the icy peaks of grass, tiny lifelines.
“You wish to die today.”
Overcome the young woman bowed her head. She had been done crying. Promising herself that no more tears would be shed for the past or the failed future. The words of the Immortal were accompanied by a keen and biting edge however. One that cut through the barriers that made her numb. The fresh cut along her palm was suddenly hot, a searing pain that she pressed to the ground to ease. All the white frost blushing beneath her hand. It was heat that touched the back of her eyes and thawed tears, building them in the ducts. This was never how she thought she would meet Malcolm’s Father. Ironic, that the circumstances had her wishing that the ground could open up and swallow her…and that she had been prevented from throwing her herself into such a pit. Yes. She looked up in answer to the words that hadn’t been a question. Her skin was almost as pale as the immortal, she realised. Dark shadows circled her eyes. A day without food, water and sleep had made the impossible feel like the end of the world. There was something familiar and formidable in his expression that reminded her of Malcolm, and in a funny way, Marcus too.
She wondered if he had come to punish her for not sailing on the ancient ship as she had been told.
Vri rose his gaze to her once more, “Tell me why.”
Her mouth was dry, lips cracked and sore and she swallowed her pride. The racing thoughts seemed to calm and still. Her eyes had danced, like a hunted creature form his face to the tree to the Volareon and back again. Her gaze steadied though and the air came easier into her lungs. A puppet with the strings cut she slumped and examined her hands. Grass had stuck to the open wound and she picked it off, discarding it.
Why?
“I can’t offer anything but pain to the people I love. I can’t protect them. I won’t be in their way anymore to hold them back. My baby,” her voice cracked and arms closed together beneath her chest. Missing the touch and scent of her daughter in a burst of agony. Struggling for control Elyna forced herself to look up and at the sky “and your Son deserve better. Pain…it’s like ink dropped in a cup of water. It starts off with just a little bit and it creeps out in little rivers and tendrils and it turns the water grey. Then you add more and more and now it’s all black; and I don’t know how to put any water back in.”
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Vri shook his head slowly, listening to the woman as she sat withering on the ground. This is why most Immortals tended to stay away from mortal interaction. Vri didn't care to dabble in Malcolm's affairs, having already broken the rule not to intervene when life needed to be taken. Now Vri found himself here, interacting with his son's lover, knowing she was so crippled by her emotions that she couldn't see the logic in life anymore, and was trying to help her. But her judgments had failed her, thoughts erratic and unclear. Her trust had failed her. Vri knew it would only be a matter of time before Pre stepped in to remove her mark of favor from Elyna. The woman had spiraled down, from what he knew, therefore it was not surprising to be call here, to her, in this moment.
Again, Vri spoke slowly, each word dipped off the other in eloquent rhetoric, “That is where your mistake arises, Mortal. To expect that adding more water would turn the black liquid grey again. Maybe it will... or it won't.” He paused, listening to the wind. “But you will still have the same murky water, overflowing from a glass that can barely contain it.”
“Fate presses upon the soul hardships that are meant to fracture and break a being... Fate allows no reprieve from the agony these hardships bring, but it is a curious thing, you mortals who act much like We. Your race has overcome the brink of extinction, a number of trivial yet massive wars, the mutations that stalk this land— one would think Fate has been plenty favorable to your kind.”
“But there in that lies a balance, one that must be constantly maintained fore you cannot experience deep sorrow without knowing and truly tending passionate love. It is a balance not suffered by mortals alone...” Vri admitted softly. “But it is a balance not created alone, either. Do you understand, mortal?”
A pregnant silence grew and Vri rose from his place beside the tree to stand before Elyna, his presence intimidating somehow, even though his tall, stalky shape was rather relaxed and welcoming. Even so, the Immortal crouched down, as if to whisper secrets to her.
“That is the trouble of life. The balance of the heart cannot be maintained alone, nor can it be expected to do so without fracturing. You've woven yourself into many things and many lives. You've felt the hardships of pain and suffering and the embrace of love, yet you neglect the two...”
Vri watched her, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder and at his touch, he could feel the pain and sorrow within her and pulled, allowing the emotions to crash down upon her heavily in a torrent stronger than any she'd ever felt. The Immortal forced her to truly experience every memory of pain and sorrow so that she may face them and acknowledge those experiences, rather than denying them and running from them, before he reached for the love in her heart and pulled at that. He made her feel every attachment she had to a person, a moment in time, a place. He amplified that love and caused her to see those that she would leave behind, to remind her of things she'd forgotten in her hardships, to take from the silver lining, and to see the cracks of light within the darkness.
And then, all at once, he snapped those emotions shut and locked them deep inside her soul, sealing them shut. Suddenly, he felt that she was empty of chaos, unable to feel the pain and sorrow, or love. Removing his hand, Vri stood.
“Because of that neglect, I curse you Burhan. To save you from yourself, until the day you are able to accept both your sorrow and love and find balance within the two, you will never care for another being, another moment, another place or time. You will remain a void until you truly decide otherwise...”
Reaching down, he grasped her elbow and pulled her to her feet. Shadows crept around the two and within the span of a bit, they were standing outside the home which sheltered her daughter. Vri released her.
“Your mount shall return to you within the break, Skyrider...” His voice was a whisper on the wind in the space he should have been when she'd turn to look back at him. There would be no one there.
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Elyna found herself grasping at his words. Eyes turned black in the dim light they were wide as they watched him approach. Her heart beat too fast in her chest and panic consumed. There wasn’t enough air in all the world to fill her lungs and her thoughts tumbled. Whirring out of control and left her desperate for reprieve. There could not be sorrow without love? It was something she knew well. Head bowed she focused her gaze on the barren earth beneath her knees. After Yoreth’s supposed death she’d been so careful. Managing the pain of his loss had consumed her and ensured her heart had been locked safely away. The young woman hadn’t been prepared for Malcolm to strip all of her defences. It was a deadly dance they’d engaged in. Often she’d felt as though he peeled away a protective layer, exposed delicate skin beneath and cast her back into a pit of thorns. When those raw wounds were just about healed, he’d do it all over again. There was nothing left. She no longer had a defence except to force it aside.
A balance? A balance between the pain and passion. Something that could only be struck with assistance…fracturing…she shivered in the cool wind and looked up. His hand felt heavy on her shoulder but it was nothing in comparison to the flood of anguish that rose to his touch. She had always compared the sensation to a slowly rising tide, lapping up against her shoulders then neck and threatening to drown her. What came was a crashing tsunami. Her bones felt crushed beneath the weight of it and she curled up. Lips parted in a scream of agony that emerged silent from breathless lungs. She saw the letter, the notice of Yoreth’s death through blurred vision. The dead boy Bjorn in her arms, his life-blood drifting away in clear water. Knifes sinking into Malcolm’s flesh, his neck, his waist as he was dragged over arena sand. She watched him retreating down the dock ramp as though she’d struck him. Her nightmares made bold by the Immortals action she lived the moments of his agony again before his face was replaced by that of his son. She tried to block the memory out, even with Vri pulling the sensation forward. Scrabbling against his power and failing.
The moment moved on though and the world changed. Like golden lights he pulled at all the connection she had made. As though dropped into a bath of hot water the woman felt the tension ease from her body. Foremost in her thoughts was the Mortalborn son of the man before her. Malcolm and then the blinding light of Elsie. Her love for the Mortalborn was an ocean of endless depth. More than anything else she wanted to protect him. She wanted to wrap him up and hide him from pain. To keep him safe, from himself and the gifts of his heritage. Too soon those emotions were snapped together and left her blinking in the gloom. The young woman wiped her tears away and sat up straighter.
“Because of that neglect, I curse you Burhan. To save you from yourself, until the day you are able to accept both your sorrow and love and find balance within the two, you will never care for another being, another moment, another place or time. You will remain a void until you truly decide otherwise...”
The young woman stood with his guidance. She shivered in the cold air before giving a shake, like an animal casting water of its coat. She looked around the bleak place she’d flown too, without any sensation of connection to it. Only to find herself in more familiar terrain.
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I very much enjoyed writing this with you and I'm so sad that Elyna ended up getting cursed! Of course, Vri did it out of love and protection, but that doesn't change how crappy it is to get cursed! As always, your writing flows very well and Elyna's reactions seemed very natural, very emotional, and in depth. There was no lack of response from her when dealing with Vri and the emotional hurricane he put her through. Thank you for making this so much fun!

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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5

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Endurance: Withstanding the Biting Cold
Psychology: Overcome By the Pain of the Heart
Psychology: Major Depression
Psychology (Depression): Better That You're Gone...
Psychology (Depression): Suicidal
Psychology (Depression): A Loved One's Judgment Drove You To Depression
Psychology (Depression): Malcolm and Elsie Deserve Someone Better
Psychology (Curse): Empty of Emotion
Immortal: Vri
Vri: Stopped You From Death
Vri: You Never Wanted To Meet Like This
Vri: The Heart Must Balance Sorrow and Love
Vri: Cursed You For Neglecting Your Sorrow and Love
Vri: Cursed You To Save You From Yourself

Curse

Elyna has been cursed by Vri. As stated in RP, she will be unable to feel any love, mercy, passion, or care much for anything or anyone until she desires to love again. She cannot do this until she confronts the misfortunes she's faced and recognizes the love and support that others have given or will give her. Once she accepts these things, Elyna will be able to break the curse.

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Loot: None
Injuries: Cut across heart line on palm - 5 trials
Fame: -5 (Gaining A Curse), -3 (Leaving Child Hungry All Day/Bad Mother)
Devotion: None
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