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Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 23:12:51 GMT -5
The silver moon was bright and full overhead, casting its illuminating gaze down upon even the darkest parts of the territory. The Nemesis rested along the bank of the stream, her tail drifting softly in its current. She could almost visualize her sister wading in its gentle shallows, murmuring about how much she loved the aska. Vera once loved the water, too. This stream was where she felt closest to Reyanna. The Nemesis wasn't sure what she believed in, but she liked to think that her sister was still out there, still watching.
Her eyelids grew more and more heavy as the night dragged on. Vera retreated a few pawsteps up the bank in an attempt to return to the ruins, but on a second thought, she decided to curl up in a patch of ferns at the base of a willow tree. Sleep was her only peace nowadays. Breathing out in a light sigh, she closed her eyes.
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 23:23:09 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
There was a moment where Reyanna debated coming to her sister. Perhaps it was the reason it had taken her so long thusfar to contact her. There was still a divide between the two, a wall that was never lowered. It was of her biggest regrets, not fixing the relationship before the end of time. She had never imagined that her own end was going to come so soon, though. How could she have? She had never anticipated things to end the way they did. It made sense, then, why she wondered if her sister would be receptive to her appearance. After all, Vera would not see Reyanna unless Vera was willing to see Reyanna. The dead could seldom enter dreams where they were unwanted completely.
The feline reached out to brush her sister's pelt after a few more moments of consideration. It was now, or never. "Vera," she murmured, her voice breathy, yet almost cold as it passed her sister's body. Her touch was just as cold, but could it have been expected to be warm? She had been dead for seasons now, nearly a year. Of course, her body was drained of all warmth. "Wake up, Vera."
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 23:34:19 GMT -5
Sleepily, the Nemesis blinked, her brows knitting together in momentary confusion. This wasn't her warm den, and who was..?
Immediately, she was alert, yet immobilized. Vera felt her heartrate increase, feeling the blood pumping forcibly through her arteries. After the initial shock ebbed away, Vera slowly raised her head from the ground, followed by her upper body, until she was in a sitting position. The landscape around them seemed the same, but the world had an ethereal aura to it now. Was she dead? How was this possible?
The questions slowly faded away as Vera came to understand one thing: Reyanna stood before her, and that thought chilled her to the bone. Like an adult that suddenly needs their childhood blankie to bring a sense of security, the same spontaneous recovery occurred within Vera when she spoke, reverting to her native language to use as her own sense of security.
"Brethra," she breathed, her eyes wide, "de aye rilenan?"
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 23:49:58 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
lets pretend she is speaking in the mother tongue because im a singular lazy
"It depends comepletely on what your definition of real is, Brethra." Her tone was tired as she looked on to the other bengal. Her beautiful pelt was radiant in the moonlight, the same kind of radiant that had always caused for the she-cat more than just a problem or two. There was not a fur out of place, although if you looked closely, you could see the scars of her brother's treachery. She had worn them into the afterlife like the spoils of war, despite the fact she did not need to.
"Reality is not always objective. In some manners, I am here. My spirit has not left this place, nor will it ever. My blood is bound to this earth. Physically, you can feel my touch." She brushed her sibling again to prove this. "This is real in your mind. However, the question of reality changes slightly if you consider the different planes in which felines reside. The physical and astral worlds do not always align."
It was clear that she was talking in circles. It had been a bad habit she had acquired since her death. The entirety of eternity left her plenty of time to consider everything.
"The outsider would see you sleeping near the water. I suppose this means that you are dreaming now, no?"
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 25, 2018 0:21:05 GMT -5
Reya's words floated past her as though they were underwater, and it took the Nemesis a minute to comprehend her words.
And suddenly, it was like she couldn't breathe. It felt as if an icy paw had come in and had begun to constrict her lungs, choking her from the inside, its claws lacerating the atria and ventricles of her heart. The pain that she had pent up for so long, the agony she had struggled to ignore -- it came rushing back, all at once, overpowering her in a crushing wave of emotion. Tears began to flow freely down her face, her vision of her beloved sister becoming nearly too blurry to see. The utter heartbreak she felt left her gasping for air as she realized exactly what was going on, and the insatiable hope for this to be real left her feeling hollow.
"Reyanna," she whispered, her voice breaking mid-word. Her little sister, one she had dedicated her life to protecting, stood before her as nothing more than an apparition at best, a figment at worst. The guilt that wrecked through her body was unendurable; to know that she had failed her in the highest degree was almost too much for Vera to bear. In the waking world, she was a stone cold demon, a remorseless Nemesis who was feared and followed. But here, within the sanctity of her own mind, Vera was completely broken. The images of her mangled body and the evidence of perimortem torture flashed across her vision, and the sorrow only deepened.
Between the sobs that racked through her body, Vera's tear-filled gaze could convey the message that her mouth could not: I'm so sorry.
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POSTEDNov 27, 2018 10:52:56 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She waited patiently for a moment, letting her sister cry. Her body pressed into her sisters, but Vera would not feel the pressure that would come with such a gesture from a living cat. The touch would have been faint, there enough to feel but little more. She otherwise made no reaction to her sister. She herself felt no such sadness, not yet. When her sister rose from her waking state and she was left alone, then she would feel the loss, but, for now, she could only watch her sister cry.
"Now, Brethra, that is enough," she meowed in a soft tone, the kind of tone a mother would give her child to comfort her. "The more time you spend like this, the less time we will have together uninterrupted by tears. You could wake up at any time. I cannot control if you wake up right this second." She blinked. How awful would that be, if after all the time Reyanna had spent waiting for Vera to be ready, she woke up before business was taken care of?
"You were not the one to fail me," she then meowed quietly. "There is no need for remorse for something that is not your fault."
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 23:00:26 GMT -5
Her sister didn't fault her. Reyanna didn't blame her for her death. The relief that she felt wash over her was too immense for description.
Vera took a heartbeat more to feel the emotions she had vanquished from her consciousness before exiling them once more, composing herself. Taking a shaky breath, she exhaled with controlled force, and gave a brief nod. "Okay," she murmured, nodding again, "okay." Suddenly, she had no idea what to say.
