A Painful Brown Haired Memory
6th Day of Summer, 511 AV
Vyxenne, please
6th Day of Summer, 511 AV
Vyxenne, please
OCCSevrai is Irriari's slave who was brutally murdered years before she came to Ravok. If this doesn't work for you, tell me and we can do something different.
Irriari saw her across the dock as she stood in the streets and nearly leaped skyward. It was her! Sevrai had some how made it! The delusions she had held onto for too long were truth and her beautiful love and slave was no longer the massacred corpse she remembered. Somehow, she had made. Some way, Sevrai had found her. Irriari's feet hit the pavement and she sprinted towards the girl, her breath heavy as tears pricked at her eyes. The images of the loss, and her regret had overwhelmed her for too many nights. For years she had sat alone, reflecting on the memories of the brown haired girl who had been her life. Pebbles flew into the canals as she tripped over a slight indent in the street and fell forward. Instinctively, her wings extended to their full length, and flapped twice in the brisk morning air. While it didn't stop the fall, it lessened her impact greatly, and Irriari's knees and palms were only slightly torn when she hit the earth.
She ignored the minor inconvenience and pain in shins in order to get to Sevrai faster. She had to. Irriari rounded the final corner of the bridge, at a slightly slower gait than before and finally saw Sevrai again. Only it wasn't Sevrai. The girl, who didn't seem to have spotted her yet, had lighter hair, and paler skin. The build of her body was slighter, but she still was classically beautiful as Sevrai had been. Irriaris hope was dashed again, for the final time, and her illusion of happiness had been torn apart for the last time. Her whole body ached by she stepped forward and screamed, loudly in zithanese before shoving the girl.
“Petching bitch!”
The violence didn't fix the pain, but it numbed the agony long enough for Irriari to compose herself. She growled at the girl, and the guttural sound reverberated up her throat into the stale air of the streets. She was still vulnerable and weak. The realization hit her then, as she stared at the human in front of her. But this one would pay for what she was.
Irriari saw her across the dock as she stood in the streets and nearly leaped skyward. It was her! Sevrai had some how made it! The delusions she had held onto for too long were truth and her beautiful love and slave was no longer the massacred corpse she remembered. Somehow, she had made. Some way, Sevrai had found her. Irriari's feet hit the pavement and she sprinted towards the girl, her breath heavy as tears pricked at her eyes. The images of the loss, and her regret had overwhelmed her for too many nights. For years she had sat alone, reflecting on the memories of the brown haired girl who had been her life. Pebbles flew into the canals as she tripped over a slight indent in the street and fell forward. Instinctively, her wings extended to their full length, and flapped twice in the brisk morning air. While it didn't stop the fall, it lessened her impact greatly, and Irriari's knees and palms were only slightly torn when she hit the earth.
She ignored the minor inconvenience and pain in shins in order to get to Sevrai faster. She had to. Irriari rounded the final corner of the bridge, at a slightly slower gait than before and finally saw Sevrai again. Only it wasn't Sevrai. The girl, who didn't seem to have spotted her yet, had lighter hair, and paler skin. The build of her body was slighter, but she still was classically beautiful as Sevrai had been. Irriaris hope was dashed again, for the final time, and her illusion of happiness had been torn apart for the last time. Her whole body ached by she stepped forward and screamed, loudly in zithanese before shoving the girl.
“Petching bitch!”
The violence didn't fix the pain, but it numbed the agony long enough for Irriari to compose herself. She growled at the girl, and the guttural sound reverberated up her throat into the stale air of the streets. She was still vulnerable and weak. The realization hit her then, as she stared at the human in front of her. But this one would pay for what she was.
