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PRATA
put all your faults to rest, you can be king again
as the dragon snapped back to him, prata instinctively steadied himself on the stone floor, but did not respond as the hyena began to speak instead. he listened quietly as the two spoke, absorbing the situation, their relationship. the dragon seemed to trust the hyena a bit more than he, so that was... good. that she had someone. if prata wouldn't make any headway in helping, he would likely just leave, for fear of making things worse.

he assumed, with thought, that the hyena knew what was happening with the dragon, and that the things she was seeing were really not real. that was the right thing to do, probably.

"i agree with the familiar idea--if they can only hurt you, then perhaps someone who is always there with you to guard you could chase them away," he piped up, surprised at what a good idea that sounded like. not that he hadn't expected the hyena to be intelligent, but he was surprised he himself had never thought of that, through all the cycles he'd spent at the mercy of his own sickness.

that might have been a great idea for him, too, for when his father was busy, or he was travelling alone, and his grip on the ground left him confused and afraid. perhaps the touch of a familiar who was never afraid to get as close as prata needed would help him stay grounded, and he would not need to rely on his family so much. it made him feel guilty, spending cycles doing nothing of note for his father and feeling like a slow, heavy downer. he wanted independence, to not feel like such a burden.

right now, at least, it seemed he was more a supporting role in this conversation, but perhaps that was okay. if he found a way to help, then he would do it. but currently, the hyena seemed to know what she was talking about.

"meow."
others' speech.


@Giggle @Asimona

Her wail died away at Giggle's snap and she looked away, ashamed. They were trying to help her, weren't they? And she was lying here screaming and moaning about how terrible and unfair her life was. But...they didn't understand! How could they? They couldn't see them or hear them or feel their presence.

But she needed to help them understand, she knew this much. She wanted help, that's what she wanted and desperately needed. She took a deep breath and contended herself by slowly thumping her tail against the ground. "Sometimes...they don't speak at all but they make me feel things. The Red one always makes me afraid. I get terrified and angry, so angry. And the Silver one makes me feel small and worthless, nothing in the eyes of the universe. As if she were a mother telling me, her child, that I am a disappointment." Tears began to leak from her eyes at the sincerity and truthfulness of the statement. The dragon made her feel terrible, like she would be better dead, a useless creature with no purpose. She didn't speak much, and neither did the red dragon, but their very presence sent emotions and terrible thoughts through her head.

But she thought about the idea of a familiar, distracting her from the terror and sorrow she had previous been feeling. She leaned forward and looked at Omen closely, wondering what it would be like to have a creature like that as a friend. It was very small, though, she wondered if she would get along with it. Or if it would be as terrified as all the other birds were. "I would...like a bird. Or something. A friend that never leaves my side. How..."

She turned to the cat, her tail still thumping, although speeding up as she grew nervous. She did not know who this was and it was like she was noticing it for the first time. "I-I'm sorry...your name is Prata? I'm Asimona and...I'm sorry for all the noise."

"Can you hear their voice?"
"Find the one who'll guide you."
To the limits of your choice.

tags: @Giggle @Prata
notes:


At first, the hyena listened to the cat, offering it a brief, almost reluctant dip of her head--a nod, of sorts--as it agreed with her idea. At least it isn't getting in the way, she thought irritably.

Giggle snorted as the dragon spoke, but it seemed almost to be a thoughtful noise, rather than any sort of mockery. She shifted in place, from one forepaw to the other, and despite her blunt and matter-of-fact nature, she seemed to listen closely to Asimona's every word.

And she was, truly; she was listening closely, round ears flicking, mind working. Real, or not? Is there any way to tell? I wonder. If it's real, why would they bother with her? What do they want with her? Why harass her so? And if not--she is harassing herself..?

The hyena paced, a bit, thinking.

"For a familiar..? It takes work... effort. But not long. Find one. A lesser. Link your magic to it. If it likes you, you have a new one! Mine found me. I was lost, lost in the dark with the eyes but she found me!"

She gave a short, sharp, chittering cackle, and then continued--pacing to and fro all the while.

"If they are real voices, then why do they care? Are there dragon-ghosts following a dragon; are you to follow in their footsteps, to make them proud? Or are they you, and parts of you, and you are disappointed in yourself perhaps? Well! I say. Fuck them both!" Giggle declared, loudly. "Do not be small and worthless and a disappointment, to strange dragon-ghosts or to yourself! Grow strong and create your value! Find something in yourself to be proud of! You're a dragon; and that opens more opportunities than for many," Giggle added, eyeing Asimona with her keen, dark stare.

"But then--I wonder--I do. I do; what is it that would make you proud? What do you see as strength--dragon? As worth?"

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ROLL THE BONES




@Prata
PRATA
put all your faults to rest, you can be king again
prata sent a reassuring look back at asimona. “it’s alright. i just worried someone was being hurt.” he tried not to think too hard about his word choice.

he listened to the hyena speak before adding his piece. “sometimes all you can do is try not to put any value in what you know isn’t worth hearing. not in—not like, constructive criticism is important and worthy—but if you have... thoughts that you know aren’t helping anyone, then sometimes all you can do is ignore them. don’t give them the time of day. just keep on moving in your own feet.” prata lifted his black-toed forepaws and padded them in a ‘walking’ demonstration, but his normally four-legged balance made it look more like a silly dance. he knew it probably did, after a moment, and smiled to match it.

"meow."
others' speech.


@Giggle @Asimona sorry for the wait, have not been feeling good so this post is a little ooc but i wanted to get it out so asimona can progress
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