Posted on March 13, 2013 at 03:29:01 AM by SKRAELING
Skraeling had been so incredibly young when Veteran Soldier has come to visit Evanescence as she rested upon her death bed, each muscle slowly turning against her in refusal to move and support her weight, constantly making her collapse to her side in exhaustion and severe pain. Many did not realize that her pain was not for physical reasons, but instead was a physical creation of her mind's constant breaking until there was nothing left. Each new mental break seemed to add another pain that continued to cripple the mare, a proud fighter who would walk around her cavern until it was her body that gave up, never did her determination lose as her physical form continued to waste away. Skraeling holds much hate for the Friesian who had birthed her, but even those last few memories were difficult for Skraeling to look back upon without having a twinge of emotion for the mare. Though she could damn her mother all she wanted for passing on her schizophrenia (which Skraeling handles the best out of all her siblings), she could not damn her mother for her strength and determination to live, even when death was staring her blatantly in the face. Surenly death backed off a few times before he finally realized that she could do this all day and all night long. It had been the night before her death when the tobiano had stopped by for the last time, and Skraeling believes that he had seen death looming over her mother. Even still, the black Friesian had stood upon shaky legs to greet her old friends with that taunting smirk that never left her face no matter how bad the pain got. A few playful nips towards the tobiano had been given as they spoke with each other, the words nothing but a fuzzy roar in the back of the memory, but the strength seen in her mother's eyes would never be forgotten. Memories like these make Skraeling think about why she possibly could hate her dam, makes her wonder why she holds so much contempt towards the woman that had raised her for only nine months before dying with no one but Skraeling and Sweeney Todd at her side. Hours she fought against the tug of death, snarling towards the skeleton that only she seemed to see with a tone that was spiteful and hateful. She was fiesty and defiant until her last breath, and only hours before had Evanescence rested her head over Veteran's withers, a hug the first and last hug given towards the tobiano stallion before they parted ways with their final good bye before Evanescence spoke her goodbyes to her last child and her lover. Skraeling looks over Veteran Soldier now, remembering how he had looked back then. When he looked upon her, who exactly did he actually see? Did he see the unknown stallion who had been Skraeling's father, or does he see the brilliantly defiant mare who stared death in the face, daring death with a sarcastic wit that could shake the world? Skraeling finds herself curious, wishing she could see herself through his eyes after having known her family long before her conception and birth. What had Evanescence been like when her mind wasn't so broken? When she had some grasp of reality? Part of Skraeling wishes she could have been lucky enough to see those days, to look upon her mother's strength with awe instead of disdain. She'll never get that chance, though, and she has accepted that over the course of time. Satisfication lurks deep within her eyes as Veteran speak about the sovereign ranks within his herd, knowing that he would be able to handle her power hungry surges without blinking an eye. She did not want to waste time working on a stallion, getting him wrapped around her metaphoric finger as tightly as possible. Skraeling wants someone she can trust, someone that knows every dark secret about her sanity and about her lineage, and Veteran Soldier happened to appear right at the proper time. It seems strange, now that she thinks about it, how the shadows seem to move towards the side, giving her room to breath and be herself without their whispers and claws interferring with each move she makes and word she speaks. This freedom given to her makes her wander if the shadows fear her reaction, or if they aren't quite as biting as the shadows that had rampaged through her mother's head. She will take this gift as long as she can, willing to stand all night and day as long as she gets freedom to be who she is without the added disasters. "Your understanding is appreciated, Veteran. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle it." She speaks easily, her eyes cast upon the Dunes once again. "It's good to see you, too. I haven't seen anyone familiar since her death, y'know?" For a brief moment there is a streak of sadness that flickers knowingly within her eyes, her hatred giving way for a few moments as she thinks about the mare as a strong leader versus the damned pyscho she believed her mother to be. But as quick as it comes, it leaves with a brilliant flash. "She praised you. I've never heard her praise anyone aside from Sweeney Todd, but she praised you. Your last visit made her so... content." Skraeling's eyes shifted towards the painted stallion once again, truth lining her words as she speaks what her mother would want Veteran to know. "She couldn't stop telling me stories about the days you, she and Sweeney ruled powerful herds. I truly think you're the only one she could call a true friend, by definition. Phantom, Angel... all friends, but she didn't speak as highly of them as she did for you." Skraeling's voice does not betray her as it stays even, not once wavering with emotion as she looks back upon the Dunes, the memories ebbing at her mind.  |
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