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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen

The Clovenheart


The night brought with it the sound of chirping bugs. Overhead, heat-lightning flashed. The smattering of canopy that surrounded the grove was illumined in sharp whites and pale greens. Perhaps, if nature were not careful, a tree or two would catch on fire.

Though Ashamin the Clovenheart was rarely alone, that night he had sent his companions back to guard his things and felt better for it. Solitude was a useful thing, and the stag needed to remind himself of that sometimes. Night had finally come and delivered him from a now recurring nightmare, and the stallion simply did not have the energy to sort through his companions' thoughts on it.

Ashamin was tired of dying every day in his dreams. He remembered the first dream, and he remembered the way death had felt like a tender, warm cradle to carry his head. But since speaking with Tiamat and promising her he would not leave, promising her an immortal loyalty he could not possibly deliver, Ashamin had found the dream returning to him in bits in pieces.

For so long it had been nothing but a memory of silk's touch that was so vague it could be forgotten. But the recent clarification of his dreams had returned the scene to him exactly, and he was tired of it indeed. Not because he did not want to die, but rather because in some very urgent way he did. There was a pleasure to the end of life that could not be achieved by living, and a large but selfish part of him wished for it.

But no, the Clovenheart had promised Tiamat otherwise. With the renewed strength of the dreams came more frequent thoughts of the blue mare, and perhaps that was why he had chosen to sleep in the secret grove. Maybe he had thought that there the dream would leave him, or maybe he'd thought that when he woke he would find her there and remember why it was the dream that was bad, not the waking.

However, he was wrong. Ashamin the Clovenheart woke only to white splitting open the sky and a thick, steady absence of rain. There was nothing in the silence to persuade him it was better to be alive.


Given All I've Been Through

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Marry, Kiss, Kill, Kill, Kill - by Ashamin - 07-18-2016, 09:43 AM
RE: Marry, Kiss, Kill, Kill, Kill - by Tiamat - 07-31-2016, 09:34 PM

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