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fromthefog) wrote2016-01-24 02:54 pm
fromthefog) wrote2016-01-24 02:54 pm
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Prayer Box
Speak, she hears you.
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Rio treads into the forest on this night, a girl on a mission. Trying to find the dead center is impossible, but -- maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it's just the principle of being there. And she hates it, can feel the tingling of paranoia under her skin, but she tries to force it away. Perhaps the Fog God could strike her down at any time if she wanted to, if she got too insolent... Wouldn't that be a blessing.
She stops walking only to stomp her foot and scream frustratedly at the trees, like they're going to answer her.]
I know you can hear me! This is... this is so...
[She pounds a fist against the trunk of a nearby tree, then breathes heavily, trying not to succumb to the negativity by accident.]
My friends, IV, even my brother... they all believe in you. They all believe you'll help them. I don't understand! All this push and pull and then everyone ends up losing!
[She turns around, looking to the sky like it'll offer her an answer where the forest remains silent. It, too, is blocked by fog.]
I... I've been neutral for a long time. I told myself I wasn't going to go either way, because it's too risky. I wouldn't repeat my past mistakes. But... I really want to protect them, too. I don't have the means to do that right now... I've hit the ceiling and I can't break through it, no matter what I do.
[Eventually, she falls to her knees, sitting on her haunches and curling her wings around her. She's tired. Tired physically, and emotionally... and tired of everything around her.]
I don't know anymore. I don't know where to go or what to do. I don't know who else to turn to but the very deity my other friends have bound themselves to. I just... I want to help them so much...
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And then, there is silence.
A sudden wind envelopes the gargoyle, cooling her naturally heated body, a gentle but firm presence. Another whisper makes its way into her ear, but this one is far more inviting, warm despite the cool air… though, as is her nature, there is just a tinge of menace to it as well.]
Shh… rest child, rest. You are strong, are you not? All this time you’ve resisted my gift, and yet you have still found the will to fight on, to strike against both me and the imposter. Even as one that denies me, you have made me proud, child...
[A breeze combs through her hair, not unlike one fondly stroking a pet.]
Your companions too are my children. I seek to help them, to empower them… And I wish the same for you.
You’ve fought so hard on your strength alone, child. Come… rest. And awaken with me by your side. Awaken with the strength you desire.