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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Nov 28, 2018 23:07:18 GMT -6
Lost Souls.
Ra & Rowin.
"I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love.
We are good people, and we have suffered enough."
winter, 1701; two weeks after chapter V.
mid-day.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Nov 28, 2018 23:35:12 GMT -6
Ra
Serora | Mullah
"She smiled softly, but this time it was different.
Her face smiled, but her eyes did not." She stumbles.
Her hooves losing traction underneath her -- almost causing her to fall face first into the burning sand.
Propping herself up on her front knees, Ra hisses, red eyes glaring down at the hot metal scorching her skin. The golden shade of metal shifts and shines in the sun light, blinding her briefly -- what else could it do to annoy her?
At the edge of Osalus, Ra takes a few moments to calm herself -- sucking in deep, calming breaths at an alarming rate (the Savior in her tells her to slow down, to not hyperventilate, but she chooses to ignore those thoughts for now.) Though she has a love-hate relation with her prosthetic, it's the only thing keeping her up right at the moment; her remaining three legs having lost the strength to continue for now.
It was dangerous (a dramatic way to put it) for her to be this close to Osalus. But, she needed to be here -- she couldn't get around it anymore; she had to pick up a few things, mainly something to wrap this damned metal leg in so it would stop scorching her skin.
Funny how something meant to aid was now harming her.
Ruby eyes study the horizon -- scanning and searching for something, for someone. Maybe the dangerous aspect of it all was that she ran the chance of running into him... Which wouldn't be the worst thing ever, but in the current state she was in -- missing a leg, dark bags under her eyes, and her hair chopped up to her shoulder -- she couldn't bare to send him into shock.
Steadying herself, Ra does her best to clear her mind as much as she can. Underneath her, the metal limb helps shove her up onto her feet once again; locking its 'joints' back together, finally agreeing to support what little weight she carried at the moment.
The Mullah sends a prayer up to Alya, to Cascade (whether or not they listen to her is another story), that she might be able to slip in and out unnoticed...
But that was a fool's dream.
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