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Radames

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#1

    

Rey

Courage is not the absence of fear.

Rey had not stopped since that day. Or had it been night? She couldn't remember. Rather, refused to remember, as the memory was far too fresh and painful. She could remember running far, far away from her mother's corpse and the doomed battle that raged on. Rey ran until she collapsed of exhaustion; a lump on the side of the road to be found by a gentle elderly couple who were well beyond their years of caring for young ones. Yet, they still bundled her up and tried to nurse her back to health. They had tried to heal her, but Rey refused. The sweet wife tried to clean Rey of her mother's blood, her dried tears, Rey's own wounds...And still, she refused. She never spoke to them. They thought her a mute.

They were wrong. The girl had a voice, but she didn't correct them. Barely sleeping more than a wink, Rey slipped away from them in the night. They couldn't know and she would never tell. They were kind folk, and even though Rey could see the yearning in the wife's eyes, they would never be her parents. She wouldn't dare ever replace her own mother. That was how Rey traveled as she forged on: sleeping a few miserable hours near dusk, traveling at a grueling pace until she nearly dropped from exhaustion. Rinse and repeat...until now.

The sooty gold maid stood before a great tree, uncertain on how she had even gotten to it. She likely looked like a fright, as she had continued to refuse to rinse her mother's blood or the dirt off her body. Tear tracks had long been dried under her eyes, leaving salty lines along her dark face. Rey swayed on her black hooves unsteadily, though her violet gaze never wavered from the great black hole at the tree's roots that called to her. A fog had emerged quite suddenly, too, though Rey couldn't tell you when it had come if she was honest. Maybe it was a trick of her mind, having been pushed beyond the brink of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. Maybe it was real. Whatever it was, the golden antlered maid found herself unable to resist temptation.

Perhaps she should have cared more, but Rey didn't feel fear. She followed the tugging sensation, allowing her black hooves to carry her down into the black depths of the tree. She wanted to know what called to her.

Was it death? Was it hell? Or was it something else entirely?

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#2
A new storm is building and if it rages I'll go under
At night he found himself empty, floundering through recollections he could no longer control. Vivid images would pass through his mind and though he would reach out they would merely slip by. He loathed it. The disconnection he felt the the realm he thrived within was a cruel torment. Ren wanted nothing more than to return to the slumbering lands where the festering anger he felt was dulled. Instead he was left to spend his days wandering the waking world. He supposed it was for the best – after all in those weeks before he stumbled through the bifrost he found himself beginning to loose touch with reality. His magic had grown dangerous, had threatened to leave his physical body drained as he forced himself into deep sleep.

The block upon his magic might have come just in time. Ren's body was young, and what weakness he suffered had been brief.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he found himself stumbling once more through the strange structure beneath those colossal roots. He returned here from time to time, perhaps in some way hopeful that he would either find a way out or that someone would find their way in. His efforts had been fruitless thus far and left him once again missing the peace of sleep.

In his dreams he could create faces he longed to see once again. A furrow deepened his brow at such a thought. His memory of his mother and sister was shaky even at the best of time. He could weave a young filly in his mind but there was always something off – something missing. It frustrated him, but had reminded him of his reasons for leaving home. He had been so angry at that time, and even still he could feel the rage burning within. The absence of his family stung in ways he hadn't thought possible.

His expression darkened as he raised his gaze only to find himself faced with the approach of another. One more poor soul to be trapped, then. Yet as he drew near he found himself hit with recognition.

He knew her.

His memories were often tampered by the longing of his dreams, but he couldn't deny the familiarity. She was filthy – wearing blood, dirt, and tears – but under the caked on grime he could make out traces of the girl he had once known. And she was alone. His gaze narrowed as he took a few slow steps closer, violet eyes seeking out her own. There were so many things he wanted to say – wanted to confirm – but he carefully tucked those away. The initial clench of anger could wait.

Let's find you a place to get clean,” he said, doing all he could to keep his voice level and calm.
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#3

    

Rey

Courage is not the absence of fear.

She tripped, stumbling along the tree roots that slithered across the path under her jet hooves, but paid them no mind. Her limbs felt heavy as though they were full of lead. At this point, though her body screamed for sleep, Rey simply forced her body to drag itself along. Sleep had become another monster she ran from, tormenting her with flashes of the battlefield when Rey was too weak to fight the need for slumber. She slept fitfully, if at all, and was often up and moving again with very few hours under her belt. The antlered maid knew it was an unsustainable practice in the long term, but for now...it's all she had. If she couldn't find comfort in the loving embrace of strangers, then the only thing she could do was stay awake.

Her violet eyes burned, dry and irritated from all of her tears and the lack of sleep. A lump still lingered in her throat, teasing of more tears to come, even though Rey was currently incapable of feeling any more grief. Another stumble along the path sent the scraggly young mare to her knees, a curse hissing past her lips as she struggled to get back on her hooves. Rey grunted as she finally found purchase with her hooves and lurched up, standing upright once more on her unsteady legs. Ignoring the fresh blood trickling down her knees, the sooty gold and black maid pressed on.

What was more blood when she already looked like a fright?

One blink, then two. Then a third. Her eyes strained against the dark, narrowing as something - a figure - moved along the path ahead of her. Whatever it was, it was blocking the only way out. Her lips pressed themselves into a firm line as Rey's ears laid back into her dirty mane. If she had to fight her way out of here, so be it. Whatever that thing was couldn't stand a chance against her, exhausted or not. A voice whispered in Rey's mind, eerily sounding like her dead mother's. Wait. Rey stumbled a third time but kept herself upright. A sense of determination trickled down her spine, putting an urgency in her step that wasn't there before. There was something familiar about the creature that blocked her path. Something that tugged on a memory, of a time before ---

Agony clawed at Rey's already shredded heart, but she felt her stomach bottom out in a whooshing sensation of a feeling she hadn't felt in so long...Joy? No, that wasn't quite it, but it was something that was oddly warming. Comforting. She found herself nearly careening into a breathing wall of shadow, now taller than her, staring into matching violet pools in disbelief.

"Ren?"

The single word threatened to shred her throat despite being little more than a harsh, coarse whisper. How long had she not spoken to another soul? A year? Rey couldn't remember. Had mother been gone for that long? Rey was so bewildered, she nearly missed what he said. The antlered mare flinched as if he had burned her, jerking away like an injured animal. "No," she nearly barked, wincing as her throat protested the sudden abuse. Her brain knew what she wanted to say - or shout, really - but her mouth struggled to form the words. "Hers. Can't...forget."

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#4
A new storm is building and if it rages I'll go under
As she spoke his name he found himself stilling. Her voice was terribly hoarse – certainly not the young chime he remembered. He knew he couldn't have expected her to sound the same, but this was something else entirely. While his own boyish tones had deepened quite a bit, his voice at least remained smooth. He wondered what misuse had befallen her to leave her so coarse sounding. In another moment she was exclaiming her refusal, and pulling away from him so quickly he almost stumbled back towards her.

What she said next had his gaze narrowing farther. Hers. “Whose?” he ground out, lowly. The only her that Ren could place Rey with was their mother – and the mare was notably absent from this reunion. He wanted to assume she had remained behind. That whatever had happened to his sister had happened to her alone. However those few words had a cold chill falling over him. Perhaps some part of him already knew what she would say. Swallowing thickly he turned to let his gaze fall over his twin in a more careful assessment now. While some of the blood was fresh, there were darker, older stains that left him to wonder darkly. More blood, perhaps. And if that was the case there was far too much of it covering her.

A heavy breath escaped him as he took a cautious step towards her. Carefully he found himself reaching out, drawing near once more but not quite touching her. “It's been years, Rey. What happened?

The question was spoken gently, quietly as if she truly were an animal. This wasn't the way he had wanted their first meeting – in all this time – to have gone. Once - with the mind of a child - he had envisioned himself finding them shortly after they had left. He would join them in whatever journey they had undertaken. As he remained the pampered prince in their fathers' empire he allowed himself to wallow in the what-ifs. In time they twisted into something vicious until he could no longer imagine how he wanted their reunion to go. He had been entirely lost to his mess emotions when he left to wander the world alone.

He knew a good portion of his festering anger was towards their mother. But in that moment it was a mere flicker compared to the cold dread that took over. He dare not assume – he wanted to hear it from his sister.
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Rey Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 3 Spring ✿
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Gravity Manipulation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 6
  • Crystals: 35
  • Played By: Mallory

#5

    

Rey

Courage is not the absence of fear.

Realization seemed to replace her twin's disbelief, or maybe bewilderment had simply halted Ren in his tracks. Whatever it was, Rey was grateful. It allowed the sullied mare a better look at her brother - of how he had changed since that fateful day they had parted paths in their desert homeland. Where ever he had been and whatever he had done since she had left with their mother had been kind to him, it seemed...At least on the outside. He was taller than her and had filled out thanks to the beginnings of adulthood. He was sure to be larger and stronger than her, at least physically, if one overlooked Rey's current malnourished status. Yet, outwardly appearances meant nothing to her. One could look absolutely perfect on the outside, but could still be fucked in their head.

She wondered idly if he was as much of a mental mess as she was. Had their bond held strong over the years, and he shared her grief? Or had Rey inadvertently severed their twin connection upon leaving the Greeshma wastes? Blinking owlishly, Rey was brought back to the present. Oh, right. He was talking. Focus!

Something in her revitalized, fortified with the knowledge she wasn't alone. For the moment, anyway. Rey forced herself to swallow past the lump in her throat that threatened to suffocate her. Ren could easily just leave her here to wither away. He didn't know. Couldn't know. Rey's mouth opened and closed once, twice, thrice; teeth closing on air as she struggled to find the words. There was no gentle way to tell him the truth, and she couldn't lie. Not when their mother's blood still stained parts of her coat.

"Mama's," Rey croaked miserably, violet eyes clamping shut to prevent the fresh onslaught of emotion from overwhelming her exhausted body. She had cried enough, damn it - she wouldn't cry in front of Ren. Not when she had just found him! "She's gone. Dead. I - I tried."

A silence lapsed as Rey let her throat rest, saving her strength to string together more coherent sentences. She let out a shuddering breath. "There was a war," she continued, a fleeting sense of accomplishment rushing through her system at finally spitting out a whole sentence. Her throat protested, her vocals coming out as a scratchy whisper. As much as she wished to give her poor throat a break, Rey knew Ren deserved to know. Rey cleared her throat, wincing at the discomfort as she shuffled on her unsteady hooves. "Rather...the war w-was still going. Mama's home was in ruins, Ren - we had to do something! But they were too strong, prepared, knew every move -"

A shudder racked Rey's thin frame, flashes of that fateful day flashing before her eyes despite her best efforts. Everything came back like a great tidal wave. Every scream, every sickly thud of bodies falling, the stench of death. How she rained rocks on those who would have harmed her. Rey wasn't naive to believe that the enemy had just intended to kill them. They had definitely planned on taking some of them as prisoners, but Leia had given her life to let Rey escape. "She died...doing what she always did. Helping others. She died so I could escape." There was a pause as Rey felt exhaustion settle heavily on her road weary bones, her expression suddenly growing cautious. She still remembered that Ren's relationship with their mother had been...tenuous. He still had to have cared for her, right?

"She w-would have wanted you to know that...That she regretted leaving you - missed you every day. That she loved you with all of her heart."

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  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 3 Spring ✿
  • Height: 17.3hh
  • Arcana: Dream Manipulation
  • Level: Dormant
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 6
  • Crystals: 15
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#6
A new storm is building and if it rages I'll go under
His gaze darkened as he watched her. He knew. He already knew. That relentlessly biting chill had already started to turn into a heavy weight against his guy. That didn't make her admission any easier. Ren's tongue felt thick in his mouth as he listened to his twin speak. Their mother was gone. Though he had never had the most loving of relationships with her, he had never fully imagined that her existence would so easily be snuffed out. Being faced with her absence had been a matter on it's own – knowing that he had no chance of finding her now allowed room for bitter disappointment to creep in. He had barely known her. She may as well have been a stranger to him, but there had always been the possibility before. It felt as if an opportunity was being ripped away. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes for a moment.

His sister was clearly grieving over the loss. In his own way he knew he was too. The anger set in quickly – as it always had. He wanted to recoil from this situation and hide away. This ache was both familiar and foreign at the same time. His mother had left him once before, but death was a finality he wasn't sure he was ready to face. His expression darkened as he turned his gaze away from Rey.

She continued to tell the story – a brief summery of what had taken place in the time they were separated. He knew there was plenty more but the state she was in certainly wouldn't have allowed for a more elaborate recollection. An ongoing war and death. Of course their mother had stayed, had died in a futile attempt to win whatever battle had been ongoing. Idiocy. She must have known it was a loosing battle and yet still she went on. Ren could feel the touch of resentment form. However it was Rey's next works that left him feeling as if he had been physically hit.

With wide eyes he turned sharply to look at his twin. His jaw worked – opening once before shutting once more. Their mother had regretted leaving him? Loved him? Oh, she certainly might have cared but he wouldn't have called such emotions love. She didn't know him and she never would. A quiet huff escaped him as he shook his head. “No. You don't have to lie for her,” he spoke, his voice surprisingly calm despite the inner turmoil he felt. A large part of him wanted nothing more than to break something. To yell about such blatant lies – how dare she, how dare she?

But that wasn't what Rey deserved. He could have been blind and he still would have been able to see the fragile state his sibling was in. She had been through a hell of her own and was still struggling to cope. Swallowing against the grief he forced himself to remain calm. Talking a careful step closer he gently reached out to his twin. “How long has it been? The blood looks old, and you have some scrapes of your own that need to be tended.
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Rey Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 3 Spring ✿
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Gravity Manipulation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 6
  • Crystals: 35
  • Played By: Mallory

#7

    

Rey

Courage is not the absence of fear.

She knew. Even before the words had sluggishly formed on her lips, she knew what to expect. Anger. The darkness that always threatened to cloud her twin would swell, perhaps even crescendo with the news she was about to deliver like a fatal blow to the heart. A part of Rey knew that Ren already guessed what terrible news she had been carrying with her for so long. They had always known what the other was thinking and feeling. A twin's sense since birth, that had only severed once Rey left with their mother to get swallowed by a war she wasn't ready for. Despite all the time they had lost, it seemed their bond had not been entirely broken.

Or, perhaps her horrible news was just so easy to guess. The blood that still stained her made it easy to put two and to together. Yet, the idea of having lost her connection to Ren permanently made Rey's stomach churn uneasily. He was all she had left. Would she lose him, too?

Matching pools of violet watched her twin. Her eyes were dry despite her sorrow as her tears were spent long ago. A wall seemed to come down suddenly, shielding her from her twin's inevitable wrath. Rey remembered still his anger from their youth. Was he still just as angry? Just as tormented? She was far too tired to try to placate his rage like she might have done long ago. It was easier to shutter herself away to weather Ren's inevitable rage. Her gaze grew dull as she let her news settle upon her twin, bracing herself for impact.

It never came, though. Despite knowing him almost as well as Rey knew herself, Ren still found a way to surprise her. He seemed to have better control of the darkness that always loomed over him - or perhaps he was simply pushing it aside for her sake. With a sharp intake of breath, Rey shuddered. Despite the calmness of his words, there was a sharpness to them that left a bite. Her gaze narrowed as Rey's haggard face drawn into an all too familiar pinched expression. "Not a lie," she argued weakly, her dark lips turning down into a frown. If she had had more rest, she might have argued, but Rey just didn't have the life in her bones to fight with Ren like she used to.

Slivers of Rey's old temperamental self still shown beyond the fragmented pieces despite her pain. She certainly wasn't the same obnoxious sister that Ren might have remembered, but some parts of her hadn't changed despite her trauma. Rey's brow furrowed as she thought, trying to recall how much time had passed. Everything had been such a blur..."Days...weeks? Months," she murmured, her gaze distant as memories flashed in quick succession. It was easiest to just settle on months. It had certainly been less than a year, but longer than a few weeks. Running from Tikva had been so tiring. Rey's gaze dropped down to her knees, peering at her newly acquired wounds with disinterest. She hummed in agreement, knowing Ren was right. "Can you s-show me the way out?"

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