Post by Zirin on Aug 2, 2012 22:20:43 GMT -4
She was tired, more tired than she had ever felt before. How long had she been trapped here, in a world that offered her neither life nor death. The young woman stared blankly into the mirror, her once well-kept straight auburn hair now hung in limp tangles. The bags under her eyes had gotten bigger and her skin was pale and stretched taut over her bones. Food too had become something she rarely thought about.
Months had passed since Chahaturth's flight; her eggs had hatched and the weyrlings had started to grow, and even still her great red beast had failed to wake. He was nothing but skin and bones now; the healers tried to get food into him constantly, but it didn't seem to have any effect. They were both wasting away, they were both pitiful. Yufa couldn't let it go on like this... what had happened to the determined young woman who had impressed Braymoth? Certainly the reflection in the mirror was a stranger to Yufa, and yet she knew it was herself she stared at.
She wasn't sure what it was that caused her to pick up the hairbrush and begin working on the various knots. She needed to look her best today, she didn't know why, but she had a feeling. Hours seemed to tick by as she worked, and finally her hair resembled some semblance of its former glory.
Somehow, she ended up outside once more, staring at the comatose form of her garnet once again. Wake up. She hissed in her mind, not at all surprised when Braymoth failed to answer. Wake up! It's time, Braymoth. Still nothing. Frustrated, she felt her two firelizards pop between to croon softly in her ear, as they did every time she came close to losing herself. Smiling briefly, awed by the love and devotion they showed her, Yufa pressed her will against both harder and harder until, each uttering a screech of pain, Yufa felt their bonds snap and the pair disappeared. Cassim especially hurt; he had been with her through everything, but it was for the best... she had no intentions of turning back now.
Pulling the knife from her robe, she looked it over before, with tears stinging her eyes, she plunged it into Braymoth's neck. She had tried everything else; waiting, praying, hurting herself and others.. nothing had worked. This would be the final test. Her eyes widened. For a moment, just a moment, she had felt him, felt her dragon in the back of her mind.
Slipping the knife out of his neck, she found another spot and buried the blade within him once more, a disturbed smile spreading across her face as each stab made the feeling come back, if only for a moment. Little Lamb... Like listening to a whisper in a tunnel, the voice seemed both far away and right with her; a caress on her mind so gentle that Yufa knew she must have been imagining it. Even so, she continued her attack, not noticing that her arms were coated with ichor.
I picked well. the caress of a mind on hers, a shared craving for blood and pain. Gasping, Yufa looked up to stare at tired, swirling red eyes. Braymoth was awake. Lifting his head slowly, it was clear the garnet was incredibly weak. Even so, he put his all into turning to face her, his tongue darting out to lap at her blood as she sliced open her arm for him. There they stayed, dragon and rider, caught in their silent bond. The world around them was a blur, nothing else mattered.
She felt the hint of a question on her dragon's mind, and merely nodded her head, knowing they shared the same thought. 'Finally'. With a hiss of pain, Braymoth forced himself to his feet, his broken body barely able to support him. The knife slipped from Yufa's grip and clattered to the floor as strong jaws closed around her, teeth puncturing her skin wherever they touched. She didn't mind the pain, she loved it, reveled in the ability to feel once again, taking pleasure in the knowledge that her blood would give him strength.
With a true smile on her face, Yufa closed her eyes and kissed the jaw as she felt her blood leaving her body. She had waited so long, fought so hard to stay for Braymoth, and finally they were together again, as they were meant to be. She took one final deep breath before the cold of between enveloped them both for the last time.
Months had passed since Chahaturth's flight; her eggs had hatched and the weyrlings had started to grow, and even still her great red beast had failed to wake. He was nothing but skin and bones now; the healers tried to get food into him constantly, but it didn't seem to have any effect. They were both wasting away, they were both pitiful. Yufa couldn't let it go on like this... what had happened to the determined young woman who had impressed Braymoth? Certainly the reflection in the mirror was a stranger to Yufa, and yet she knew it was herself she stared at.
She wasn't sure what it was that caused her to pick up the hairbrush and begin working on the various knots. She needed to look her best today, she didn't know why, but she had a feeling. Hours seemed to tick by as she worked, and finally her hair resembled some semblance of its former glory.
Somehow, she ended up outside once more, staring at the comatose form of her garnet once again. Wake up. She hissed in her mind, not at all surprised when Braymoth failed to answer. Wake up! It's time, Braymoth. Still nothing. Frustrated, she felt her two firelizards pop between to croon softly in her ear, as they did every time she came close to losing herself. Smiling briefly, awed by the love and devotion they showed her, Yufa pressed her will against both harder and harder until, each uttering a screech of pain, Yufa felt their bonds snap and the pair disappeared. Cassim especially hurt; he had been with her through everything, but it was for the best... she had no intentions of turning back now.
Pulling the knife from her robe, she looked it over before, with tears stinging her eyes, she plunged it into Braymoth's neck. She had tried everything else; waiting, praying, hurting herself and others.. nothing had worked. This would be the final test. Her eyes widened. For a moment, just a moment, she had felt him, felt her dragon in the back of her mind.
Slipping the knife out of his neck, she found another spot and buried the blade within him once more, a disturbed smile spreading across her face as each stab made the feeling come back, if only for a moment. Little Lamb... Like listening to a whisper in a tunnel, the voice seemed both far away and right with her; a caress on her mind so gentle that Yufa knew she must have been imagining it. Even so, she continued her attack, not noticing that her arms were coated with ichor.
I picked well. the caress of a mind on hers, a shared craving for blood and pain. Gasping, Yufa looked up to stare at tired, swirling red eyes. Braymoth was awake. Lifting his head slowly, it was clear the garnet was incredibly weak. Even so, he put his all into turning to face her, his tongue darting out to lap at her blood as she sliced open her arm for him. There they stayed, dragon and rider, caught in their silent bond. The world around them was a blur, nothing else mattered.
She felt the hint of a question on her dragon's mind, and merely nodded her head, knowing they shared the same thought. 'Finally'. With a hiss of pain, Braymoth forced himself to his feet, his broken body barely able to support him. The knife slipped from Yufa's grip and clattered to the floor as strong jaws closed around her, teeth puncturing her skin wherever they touched. She didn't mind the pain, she loved it, reveled in the ability to feel once again, taking pleasure in the knowledge that her blood would give him strength.
With a true smile on her face, Yufa closed her eyes and kissed the jaw as she felt her blood leaving her body. She had waited so long, fought so hard to stay for Braymoth, and finally they were together again, as they were meant to be. She took one final deep breath before the cold of between enveloped them both for the last time.
