@ladybugdea
Will need to do this for my girl, so pinging myself here
Will need to do this for my girl, so pinging myself here
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TOPIC | [Pact/Contract] The Ravenghast (Hiatus)
@Viviwren (apologizes if you were already subbed to the thread, I couldn't tell if you were or not)
question, is the instance of the other world always the cathedral?
question, is the instance of the other world always the cathedral?
@Viviwren (apologizes if you were already subbed to the thread, I couldn't tell if you were or not)
question, is the instance of the other world always the cathedral?
question, is the instance of the other world always the cathedral?
My username is drawingdeamon! Please mind the spelling!
My fandragons are in my Hibernal Den!
My fandragons are in my Hibernal Den!
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She walks carefully, quietly, slinking through the shadows like she doesn't belong. Each breath she takes is muted and shallow, far too noisy against the perfectly still backdrop of the world around her. Her eyes flick from side to side, expecting at any moment to see some monster stalking her from beyond the mists.
The black feather gripped in her teeth is proof she was invited, but she feels more like prey than a houseguest.
A building looms on the horizon. It's the only feature here, the only thing that matters, and every bone in her body tells her to leave it be-- but she presses ever closer, desperation driving her beyond her instincts.
The doors swing open all on their own, and all at once the Ravenghast fills her vision.
It is massive, ancient, and oppressive, so much so that its presence usurps the beautiful stained glass around it. The pearlcatcher has never felt so small. Though it is bound firmly, the seeping darkness surrounding it moves in a decidedly undragonlike fashion, dipping and weaving, fading and reforming in seemingly random intervals. It does not speak- does not have to- as she approaches. She lays the feather down in front of it, and then, shaking, places her pearl upon the altar.
Her voice shudders and breaks. "I-" She stops, swallows, breathes deeper than she has since entering this strange world. The smell of loss fills her nostrils, a scent she could describe no other way. "I want the wind. Wind magic, flight, I want it all."
Slowly, she steps away from her memories.
She walks carefully, quietly, slinking through the shadows like she doesn't belong. Each breath she takes is muted and shallow, far too noisy against the perfectly still backdrop of the world around her. Her eyes flick from side to side, expecting at any moment to see some monster stalking her from beyond the mists.
The black feather gripped in her teeth is proof she was invited, but she feels more like prey than a houseguest.
A building looms on the horizon. It's the only feature here, the only thing that matters, and every bone in her body tells her to leave it be-- but she presses ever closer, desperation driving her beyond her instincts.
The doors swing open all on their own, and all at once the Ravenghast fills her vision.
It is massive, ancient, and oppressive, so much so that its presence usurps the beautiful stained glass around it. The pearlcatcher has never felt so small. Though it is bound firmly, the seeping darkness surrounding it moves in a decidedly undragonlike fashion, dipping and weaving, fading and reforming in seemingly random intervals. It does not speak- does not have to- as she approaches. She lays the feather down in front of it, and then, shaking, places her pearl upon the altar.
Her voice shudders and breaks. "I-" She stops, swallows, breathes deeper than she has since entering this strange world. The smell of loss fills her nostrils, a scent she could describe no other way. "I want the wind. Wind magic, flight, I want it all."
Slowly, she steps away from her memories.
@Venusian @Ladybugdea
Looking forward to yourtasty pearls, I mean memories posts!
@drawingdeamon
Yes, as far as rumor goes, every feather opens a separate instance.
It might not transport you directly to the cathedral. Since the world is more or less a shadowy dreamscape, it can take on different forms depending on contractor that it has invited, but there's always a cathedral in it somewhere--and the Ravenghast within that.
Looking forward to your
@drawingdeamon
Yes, as far as rumor goes, every feather opens a separate instance.
It might not transport you directly to the cathedral. Since the world is more or less a shadowy dreamscape, it can take on different forms depending on contractor that it has invited, but there's always a cathedral in it somewhere--and the Ravenghast within that.
@Venusian @Ladybugdea
Looking forward to yourtasty pearls, I mean memories posts!
@drawingdeamon
Yes, as far as rumor goes, every feather opens a separate instance.
It might not transport you directly to the cathedral. Since the world is more or less a shadowy dreamscape, it can take on different forms depending on contractor that it has invited, but there's always a cathedral in it somewhere--and the Ravenghast within that.
Looking forward to your
@drawingdeamon
Yes, as far as rumor goes, every feather opens a separate instance.
It might not transport you directly to the cathedral. Since the world is more or less a shadowy dreamscape, it can take on different forms depending on contractor that it has invited, but there's always a cathedral in it somewhere--and the Ravenghast within that.
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Ailbe as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.[/center]
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Time stopped.
To abandon someone's own nature, what a bold thing it was to do. No different than draining her own blood dry, so was the blood of her element forcibly bled from her. It drained her to a terrible ashen grey, leaving her momentarily "blank" and no different--perhaps even worse than dead.
Her eyes, once a vibrant, telling color... Ahh, what a beautiful canvas it was now. Waiting for a brush of color to breathe back life. An artist's dream, but also a blasphemy against the gods. For those few, singular moments of a frozen time, she seemed as if the most beautiful creature in the world. Pure, untouched and unaligned, she belonged to no one. Not a single thing.
A gust of wind rushes from everywhere and nowhere all at once, swirling--at first around, but eventually [i]into[/i] Ailbe. The room is full of whispers of the wind, both that of a gentle sea breeze to that of a storm--they howl as if only for her. To be at her beck and call, the magic kneels before her like an unnamed knight, allowing her to claim them for her own.
Like the softest kiss, it breathed itself into her. The magic of wind, free and flowing, unbridled by all.
There was something impure about the winds that surround her at her beck and call, as if somewhat tainted by a drop of black ink that had found its way in and slowly bled throughout so much that its color was lost and unnoticed. It always came at a slight moment's delay, as if a wind that was summoned not of this world.
Time would resume... into darkness.
Only the finest painter would suspect the difference of this false, and unnatural green to single it from the rest. But would they dare point it out when time comes?[/indent]
[center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
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[i]Ailbe[/i]
@Biologiquill
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Ailbe as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.
Time stopped.
To abandon someone's own nature, what a bold thing it was to do. No different than draining her own blood dry, so was the blood of her element forcibly bled from her. It drained her to a terrible ashen grey, leaving her momentarily "blank" and no different--perhaps even worse than dead.
Her eyes, once a vibrant, telling color... Ahh, what a beautiful canvas it was now. Waiting for a brush of color to breathe back life. An artist's dream, but also a blasphemy against the gods. For those few, singular moments of a frozen time, she seemed as if the most beautiful creature in the world. Pure, untouched and unaligned, she belonged to no one. Not a single thing.
A gust of wind rushes from everywhere and nowhere all at once, swirling--at first around, but eventually into Ailbe. The room is full of whispers of the wind, both that of a gentle sea breeze to that of a storm--they howl as if only for her. To be at her beck and call, the magic kneels before her like an unnamed knight, allowing her to claim them for her own.
Like the softest kiss, it breathed itself into her. The magic of wind, free and flowing, unbridled by all.
There was something impure about the winds that surround her at her beck and call, as if somewhat tainted by a drop of black ink that had found its way in and slowly bled throughout so much that its color was lost and unnoticed. It always came at a slight moment's delay, as if a wind that was summoned not of this world.
Time would resume... into darkness.
Only the finest painter would suspect the difference of this false, and unnatural green to single it from the rest. But would they dare point it out when time comes?
To abandon someone's own nature, what a bold thing it was to do. No different than draining her own blood dry, so was the blood of her element forcibly bled from her. It drained her to a terrible ashen grey, leaving her momentarily "blank" and no different--perhaps even worse than dead.
Her eyes, once a vibrant, telling color... Ahh, what a beautiful canvas it was now. Waiting for a brush of color to breathe back life. An artist's dream, but also a blasphemy against the gods. For those few, singular moments of a frozen time, she seemed as if the most beautiful creature in the world. Pure, untouched and unaligned, she belonged to no one. Not a single thing.
A gust of wind rushes from everywhere and nowhere all at once, swirling--at first around, but eventually into Ailbe. The room is full of whispers of the wind, both that of a gentle sea breeze to that of a storm--they howl as if only for her. To be at her beck and call, the magic kneels before her like an unnamed knight, allowing her to claim them for her own.
Like the softest kiss, it breathed itself into her. The magic of wind, free and flowing, unbridled by all.
There was something impure about the winds that surround her at her beck and call, as if somewhat tainted by a drop of black ink that had found its way in and slowly bled throughout so much that its color was lost and unnoticed. It always came at a slight moment's delay, as if a wind that was summoned not of this world.
Time would resume... into darkness.
Only the finest painter would suspect the difference of this false, and unnatural green to single it from the rest. But would they dare point it out when time comes?
...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
Ailbe
@Biologiquill
Ailbe
@Biologiquill
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Royal clutched the dark feather close to his racing heart. It was too late to turn back now, his choices had led him here. He sighed, his breath blowing at the dense fog around him.
Royal had prepared for this day. He had written as much as he could about his past life in a journal, prepared excuses for his lost memory, and he had even constructed a large stone pearl to pose as a decoy. Having decided carefully on the words of his wish, he knew nothing could go wrong.
Blinking, the iris pearlcatcher saw the mythical cathedral looming in the distance, Burying his fears, he entered the home of the beast, the Ravenghast. He kept his head low, trying to avoid the gaze of the mythical creature and hurried to the alter, before he could back out. He placed his pearl gently down and glanced up at the black and red feathered monstrosity.
"I wish that every dragon who ever has and ever will wrong me shall be wronged in an equal manner."
It was a fair wish, he had decided days ago. An eye for an eye, so to say. For his rejection, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=417855&tab=dragon&did=45217356]Liona[/url] should loose love. For his abandonment, his parents should be left alone. For his stolen love, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=417855&did=45519628]Leopard[/url] should loose something precious to him as well. It was simply justice.
At first, all is quiet. Then, the Ravenghast reached a ghostly hand and snatched the bitter dragon's pearl. His eyes widened as he watched the thing hold the precious item, then swallow it whole.
Royal clutched the dark feather close to his racing heart. It was too late to turn back now, his choices had led him here. He sighed, his breath blowing at the dense fog around him.
Royal had prepared for this day. He had written as much as he could about his past life in a journal, prepared excuses for his lost memory, and he had even constructed a large stone pearl to pose as a decoy. Having decided carefully on the words of his wish, he knew nothing could go wrong.
Blinking, the iris pearlcatcher saw the mythical cathedral looming in the distance, Burying his fears, he entered the home of the beast, the Ravenghast. He kept his head low, trying to avoid the gaze of the mythical creature and hurried to the alter, before he could back out. He placed his pearl gently down and glanced up at the black and red feathered monstrosity.
"I wish that every dragon who ever has and ever will wrong me shall be wronged in an equal manner."
It was a fair wish, he had decided days ago. An eye for an eye, so to say. For his rejection, Liona should loose love. For his abandonment, his parents should be left alone. For his stolen love, Leopard should loose something precious to him as well. It was simply justice.
At first, all is quiet. Then, the Ravenghast reached a ghostly hand and snatched the bitter dragon's pearl. His eyes widened as he watched the thing hold the precious item, then swallow it whole.
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Three nights ago, amidst a bustling trading post, Fortuneteller overheard and joined in on a conservation regarding old myths and fables. Someone mentioned an ancient being dwelling in another world and granting wishes for pearls, and he got thinking.
Two nights ago, he began to research and authenticate the tale of the Ravenghast. His research came up on stories that enraptured him.
One night ago, he fell asleep on top of his unraveled scrolls and open books. In his dream he was given a solid black feather, and it remained in his talons when he awoke.
Tonight, he held the feather close and spoke in a hushed voice, calling to the other world. When he looked again, he was no longer home, but rather standing in the waves of a dark sandbar enveloped in fog. Waves crashed into the shore to either side, the sand stretched forever behind him, but directly in front of him stood an ominous cathedral.
Fortuneteller, still clutching the feather like a lifeline, took a deep breath and opened the towering doors.
The presence of the Ridgeback was overwhelming, and he considered turning back. But his feet were already moving, and he carefully placed his pearl down, for the last time, onto the small altar.
"I have lived, but not really lived," Fortuneteller spoke. "My life has been quiet and uneventful, but I have nothing to look back and reflect upon."
He went quiet for a moment, then looked back at the ethereal dream being. "I wish for a purpose in life."
Three nights ago, amidst a bustling trading post, Fortuneteller overheard and joined in on a conservation regarding old myths and fables. Someone mentioned an ancient being dwelling in another world and granting wishes for pearls, and he got thinking.
Two nights ago, he began to research and authenticate the tale of the Ravenghast. His research came up on stories that enraptured him.
One night ago, he fell asleep on top of his unraveled scrolls and open books. In his dream he was given a solid black feather, and it remained in his talons when he awoke.
Tonight, he held the feather close and spoke in a hushed voice, calling to the other world. When he looked again, he was no longer home, but rather standing in the waves of a dark sandbar enveloped in fog. Waves crashed into the shore to either side, the sand stretched forever behind him, but directly in front of him stood an ominous cathedral.
Fortuneteller, still clutching the feather like a lifeline, took a deep breath and opened the towering doors.
The presence of the Ridgeback was overwhelming, and he considered turning back. But his feet were already moving, and he carefully placed his pearl down, for the last time, onto the small altar.
"I have lived, but not really lived," Fortuneteller spoke. "My life has been quiet and uneventful, but I have nothing to look back and reflect upon."
He went quiet for a moment, then looked back at the ethereal dream being. "I wish for a purpose in life."
My username is drawingdeamon! Please mind the spelling!
My fandragons are in my Hibernal Den!
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Royal as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.
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From the moment the round, lustrous pearl fully made its way down the gullet of raven-thing, a clap could be heard. The sound was difficult to pinpoint. For the moment one turns their head, it would seem as if the sound was from somewhere else all along--close, but never there.
Slowly, it seemed as if more began to join in. More, and more until it had become like a standing ovation, praising the events of his life. Cheers, hoots and hollers; penetrated by the occasional sound of sharp whistling. He could more than certainly feel it in the atmosphere alone.
It was raw, devilish delight. Sadistic and happy. Was the Ravenghast a devil after all? ...Hm, but this ecstatic malice did not seem to emit from it whatsoever. The realization would soon dawn, that it was indeed not the Ravenghast, who appeared still and unaffected; but rather it was the angry, hateful intentions of those who had died.
The unhappy attentions of many a ghost, who praised Royal for his wish. They too, have longed and lost. They too, were wronged. Kin, among kin, they continued to lavish Royal with a fanatical fervor. They knew him better than most, they said. They whispered him various curses and inauspicious words, as if each of them was contributing their own bit bad luck to force upon dear Liona, and dearer still, the lovely and accursed Leopard.
The bright purple glow of the magic circle swiftly turns dark, as the air itself seems to freeze with a hiss as the magic rises from the ground--black, ominous and sticky. It was the very appearance of bad luck and malice come alive. It seemed to static and snap, as if sniffing and longing for its prey.
They swirled around Royal, feeling at his desires and lapping at the remnants of his memories for their victims--they disperse out from the cathedral to stake their claim against those who have wronged him--but how will they resist this magic, and what form will it take when met against their will? There is a faint distortion...[/indent]
[center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
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[i]Royal[/i]
@dinolover519
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Royal as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.
From the moment the round, lustrous pearl fully made its way down the gullet of raven-thing, a clap could be heard. The sound was difficult to pinpoint. For the moment one turns their head, it would seem as if the sound was from somewhere else all along--close, but never there.
Slowly, it seemed as if more began to join in. More, and more until it had become like a standing ovation, praising the events of his life. Cheers, hoots and hollers; penetrated by the occasional sound of sharp whistling. He could more than certainly feel it in the atmosphere alone.
It was raw, devilish delight. Sadistic and happy. Was the Ravenghast a devil after all? ...Hm, but this ecstatic malice did not seem to emit from it whatsoever. The realization would soon dawn, that it was indeed not the Ravenghast, who appeared still and unaffected; but rather it was the angry, hateful intentions of those who had died.
The unhappy attentions of many a ghost, who praised Royal for his wish. They too, have longed and lost. They too, were wronged. Kin, among kin, they continued to lavish Royal with a fanatical fervor. They knew him better than most, they said. They whispered him various curses and inauspicious words, as if each of them was contributing their own bit bad luck to force upon dear Liona, and dearer still, the lovely and accursed Leopard.
The bright purple glow of the magic circle swiftly turns dark, as the air itself seems to freeze with a hiss as the magic rises from the ground--black, ominous and sticky. It was the very appearance of bad luck and malice come alive. It seemed to static and snap, as if sniffing and longing for its prey.
They swirled around Royal, feeling at his desires and lapping at the remnants of his memories for their victims--they disperse out from the cathedral to stake their claim against those who have wronged him--but how will they resist this magic, and what form will it take when met against their will? There is a faint distortion...
Slowly, it seemed as if more began to join in. More, and more until it had become like a standing ovation, praising the events of his life. Cheers, hoots and hollers; penetrated by the occasional sound of sharp whistling. He could more than certainly feel it in the atmosphere alone.
It was raw, devilish delight. Sadistic and happy. Was the Ravenghast a devil after all? ...Hm, but this ecstatic malice did not seem to emit from it whatsoever. The realization would soon dawn, that it was indeed not the Ravenghast, who appeared still and unaffected; but rather it was the angry, hateful intentions of those who had died.
The unhappy attentions of many a ghost, who praised Royal for his wish. They too, have longed and lost. They too, were wronged. Kin, among kin, they continued to lavish Royal with a fanatical fervor. They knew him better than most, they said. They whispered him various curses and inauspicious words, as if each of them was contributing their own bit bad luck to force upon dear Liona, and dearer still, the lovely and accursed Leopard.
The bright purple glow of the magic circle swiftly turns dark, as the air itself seems to freeze with a hiss as the magic rises from the ground--black, ominous and sticky. It was the very appearance of bad luck and malice come alive. It seemed to static and snap, as if sniffing and longing for its prey.
They swirled around Royal, feeling at his desires and lapping at the remnants of his memories for their victims--they disperse out from the cathedral to stake their claim against those who have wronged him--but how will they resist this magic, and what form will it take when met against their will? There is a faint distortion...
...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
Royal
@dinolover519
Royal
@dinolover519
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Fortuneteller as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.[/center]
[indent]At first it seems as if nothing at all has come to pass. A pearl robbed, perhaps? In the time it takes for a single, budding doubt to form, a small whisper can be heard. So small, that it may as well not have been there.
The one whisper soon becomes many. Many, many, so many. It quickly turns from a chorus into a clamoring cacophony, beating against the cathedral's stone walls. Soon enough, they give way to visions that do not... appear... to be of a magical origin. Rather, they are almost certainly purposes stolen from memories of previous lives--memories of others not too unlike him.
There are many to choose from, and each will pay a visit to him in his dreams to come. At last, silence raises its hand, commanding an abrupt stop. Which purpose will he choose from the many memories left unlived and come undone?
Regardless, he is blessed with the knowledge of many an unfinished work, and unsolved mystery at the tip of his claws. Some simple and mundane, and others horrific beyond condemnation. The world becomes his oyster, as his pearl is no more.[/indent]
[center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
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[i]Fortuneteller[/i]
@drawingdeamon
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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Fortuneteller as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.
At first it seems as if nothing at all has come to pass. A pearl robbed, perhaps? In the time it takes for a single, budding doubt to form, a small whisper can be heard. So small, that it may as well not have been there.
The one whisper soon becomes many. Many, many, so many. It quickly turns from a chorus into a clamoring cacophony, beating against the cathedral's stone walls. Soon enough, they give way to visions that do not... appear... to be of a magical origin. Rather, they are almost certainly purposes stolen from memories of previous lives--memories of others not too unlike him.
There are many to choose from, and each will pay a visit to him in his dreams to come. At last, silence raises its hand, commanding an abrupt stop. Which purpose will he choose from the many memories left unlived and come undone?
Regardless, he is blessed with the knowledge of many an unfinished work, and unsolved mystery at the tip of his claws. Some simple and mundane, and others horrific beyond condemnation. The world becomes his oyster, as his pearl is no more.
The one whisper soon becomes many. Many, many, so many. It quickly turns from a chorus into a clamoring cacophony, beating against the cathedral's stone walls. Soon enough, they give way to visions that do not... appear... to be of a magical origin. Rather, they are almost certainly purposes stolen from memories of previous lives--memories of others not too unlike him.
There are many to choose from, and each will pay a visit to him in his dreams to come. At last, silence raises its hand, commanding an abrupt stop. Which purpose will he choose from the many memories left unlived and come undone?
Regardless, he is blessed with the knowledge of many an unfinished work, and unsolved mystery at the tip of his claws. Some simple and mundane, and others horrific beyond condemnation. The world becomes his oyster, as his pearl is no more.
...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).
Fortuneteller
@drawingdeamon
Fortuneteller
@drawingdeamon
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[i]"I wish to stop feeling."[/i][/center]
It wasn't easy. Learning about the Ravenghast. It was all done in rumor, in back alley whispering and gossiping in late nights. Word of mouth travels fast, but not fast enough. Not for Ariadne. When the rumor of the Ravenghast reached her ears, she eagerly pressed for more information. And once the first seed had been dropped, it was all too easy digging for more and more and more. Too easy to sign away what made her a pearlcatcher.
The truth was this: her lover had gone away to war. Her clan, her people, were peaceful. Artisans and diplomats. They were seekers of knowledge and truth. She was a light dragon, after all. It was in her blood. But her lover? He had a bleeding past, one of heartbreak. It haunted him, even in Ariadne's city of gold. He left her, he left their life, all to chase war. To chase revenge. He flew away as far as his wings would take him, to the southernmost border of the Icefields.
For some time, Ariadne raged. She grieved. How could she live without him? How could she move on, as he expected her to? She tore her own life apart, refused to find comfort in the lush life she'd been living. And when at last her heart seemed to want to burst out of her chest, she threw herself to the skies and flew south.
In the world of ice and snow, Ariadne did not find her love. He had perished, she learned, months ago. Green to war, too eager to prove his worth and to achieve his revenge, he was cleaved by forces he could not best. This cleaved Ariadne, too.
It was then that Ariadne's heart began to beat with a wish. She felt it thrum in her blood, in her soul. She felt it heavy on her mind, weighing her down. When she learned of the Ravenghast, it was with sweet relief. She would be free, she knew.
At last she clutched the feather in her claws. At last she saw the Ravenghast before her. It wasn't easy coming this far, coming to this place. But it was all too easy to hand over her pearl, to forget.
"I wish to stop feeling."
It wasn't easy. Learning about the Ravenghast. It was all done in rumor, in back alley whispering and gossiping in late nights. Word of mouth travels fast, but not fast enough. Not for Ariadne. When the rumor of the Ravenghast reached her ears, she eagerly pressed for more information. And once the first seed had been dropped, it was all too easy digging for more and more and more. Too easy to sign away what made her a pearlcatcher.
The truth was this: her lover had gone away to war. Her clan, her people, were peaceful. Artisans and diplomats. They were seekers of knowledge and truth. She was a light dragon, after all. It was in her blood. But her lover? He had a bleeding past, one of heartbreak. It haunted him, even in Ariadne's city of gold. He left her, he left their life, all to chase war. To chase revenge. He flew away as far as his wings would take him, to the southernmost border of the Icefields.
For some time, Ariadne raged. She grieved. How could she live without him? How could she move on, as he expected her to? She tore her own life apart, refused to find comfort in the lush life she'd been living. And when at last her heart seemed to want to burst out of her chest, she threw herself to the skies and flew south.
In the world of ice and snow, Ariadne did not find her love. He had perished, she learned, months ago. Green to war, too eager to prove his worth and to achieve his revenge, he was cleaved by forces he could not best. This cleaved Ariadne, too.
It was then that Ariadne's heart began to beat with a wish. She felt it thrum in her blood, in her soul. She felt it heavy on her mind, weighing her down. When she learned of the Ravenghast, it was with sweet relief. She would be free, she knew.
At last she clutched the feather in her claws. At last she saw the Ravenghast before her. It wasn't easy coming this far, coming to this place. But it was all too easy to hand over her pearl, to forget.
