Post by JUNIPER ! on Nov 19, 2024 15:57:35 GMT -7
— V A I D A —
me & the devil
walking side by side
me & the devil
walking side by side
Vaida would not deny the faint pulse of disappointment in the rejection to her interest in becoming the new Lady of Hell. She did, however, understand it; Xerxes was clever and by all accounts, La’Laurie held a power that the bronze manifestation couldn’t dream of. Vaida was many things but one to dwell was not it, so she gladly accepted his invitation to the Underworld without needing say more. He humored her, really, a knowing look in his eye. He’d been here before. Not to ferry a lowly, ignorant soul or sway the minds of the dead, something more than that, and she wondered who it was she reminded him of. Had that impacted his decision in choosing her, as well? It was a fickle thought, one she pushed out to the back of her mind as she meandered into the wasteland he’d brought her to. Xerxes made a promise to return to their conversation after such pressing matters were tended, and she understood this position. Crowning a new Queen was not for the weak when strangely cosmic forces were at play. Her striped mantle twisted to gaze upon firelight, thoughts wandering to her circumstances, many a question still unanswered. There was unrest in her at this… Vaida was good at being alive. She knew how to live, breathe, exist in a vessel that was entirely her own but now? The manifestation could not decipher exactly what feeling was now, or what the Afterlife meant to someone like her. Someone who… Just days ago did even consider the chance of a higher power.
There was reason for that, though. Vaida was not from Wild Equines; did such things exist in her homeland as it did here, or was the bridge she’d used as leverage to escape brutality a bridge to a new world entirely? Plagued with not knowing would’ve been an understatement. She remained poise with her taut facial expression, always good at choking down the inner turmoil. She wanted to know if her son was here, too. With her own eyes the bronze manifestation had seen his frail little body cold and lifeless beside hers. The Underworld was no place for such innocence and purity. Selfishly she cared not for adding to Xerxes collection, it would make sense for him to make way for Utopia. An impressionable young thing, the Angel’s could give use to him or maybe, just maybe he’d stay in wait for his mother, no longer susceptible to the elements or dangers of the mortal world. There wasn’t a lot in life that pained Vaida outside of her misfortune with child bearing. The colt was a miracle and she died to protect him. His own life with her was the collateral. An eye for an eye — she could hear her brother remind her. Sighing, she turned her milky silver oculars to the skies and straightened up her posture, demon overhead. Their scaly wings were ripped to shreds save for the connecting tissue to bone. It was a gruesome sight and, admittedly, one that fascinated her. Ignorant to these lands did not mean simple minded and Wild Equines bore the scars of a hundred lifetimes.
The Underworld was exactly how she’d have assumed it to be in the grand scheme of things. The bronze manifestation didn’t like it was much as the mortal realm, there was less color and vibrancy. It was, however, the perfect place for these otherworldly creatures that Xerxes seemed to collect. She appreciated their uniqueness and brutality for what it was and its place in the world. Wild Equines was nothing like home and, truthfully, Vaida appreciated that. No sense to sit in past and be haunted by reminders. The fire that consumed Hell seemed like a good place to root herself now with La’Laurie’s coronation coming, another thing that had been on her mind. Vaida was keen to meet the new Lady; there was a childish giddiness in it. She had had excitement in the possibility to lead, but this was what she’d been made for, what she had made herself. Given the chance, she hoped to do it right this time. Those she’d followed in the past had deserved her before their greed consumed them, and she had deserved better from them in the end. Here, though, it seemed there was far less squabble of heirs and children without a purpose. She liked that.
My Lady, the manifestation called aloud, turning her shoulder in to face the mountainous mass that spewed the hellfire. She specified no name because La’Laurie was only one of her kind. I seek an audience if you’ve the time.
There was reason for that, though. Vaida was not from Wild Equines; did such things exist in her homeland as it did here, or was the bridge she’d used as leverage to escape brutality a bridge to a new world entirely? Plagued with not knowing would’ve been an understatement. She remained poise with her taut facial expression, always good at choking down the inner turmoil. She wanted to know if her son was here, too. With her own eyes the bronze manifestation had seen his frail little body cold and lifeless beside hers. The Underworld was no place for such innocence and purity. Selfishly she cared not for adding to Xerxes collection, it would make sense for him to make way for Utopia. An impressionable young thing, the Angel’s could give use to him or maybe, just maybe he’d stay in wait for his mother, no longer susceptible to the elements or dangers of the mortal world. There wasn’t a lot in life that pained Vaida outside of her misfortune with child bearing. The colt was a miracle and she died to protect him. His own life with her was the collateral. An eye for an eye — she could hear her brother remind her. Sighing, she turned her milky silver oculars to the skies and straightened up her posture, demon overhead. Their scaly wings were ripped to shreds save for the connecting tissue to bone. It was a gruesome sight and, admittedly, one that fascinated her. Ignorant to these lands did not mean simple minded and Wild Equines bore the scars of a hundred lifetimes.
The Underworld was exactly how she’d have assumed it to be in the grand scheme of things. The bronze manifestation didn’t like it was much as the mortal realm, there was less color and vibrancy. It was, however, the perfect place for these otherworldly creatures that Xerxes seemed to collect. She appreciated their uniqueness and brutality for what it was and its place in the world. Wild Equines was nothing like home and, truthfully, Vaida appreciated that. No sense to sit in past and be haunted by reminders. The fire that consumed Hell seemed like a good place to root herself now with La’Laurie’s coronation coming, another thing that had been on her mind. Vaida was keen to meet the new Lady; there was a childish giddiness in it. She had had excitement in the possibility to lead, but this was what she’d been made for, what she had made herself. Given the chance, she hoped to do it right this time. Those she’d followed in the past had deserved her before their greed consumed them, and she had deserved better from them in the end. Here, though, it seemed there was far less squabble of heirs and children without a purpose. She liked that.
My Lady, the manifestation called aloud, turning her shoulder in to face the mountainous mass that spewed the hellfire. She specified no name because La’Laurie was only one of her kind. I seek an audience if you’ve the time.
