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MISERYIn the cool dark night, a vision had come to her. Laying in the bed that Larkspur had made for her - her vision had went clouded over. The spots that often danced before her gold-green eyes had taken all light from them. She had tried to speak only to find her voice forced into a horse, gasping whisper. Soon she had felt the tremors and trembles over take her body. Then there had only been a cold, quiet silence. Misery had seen all the truth then. Placing a gentle kiss on Larkspur's brow, she had grabbed her walking staff, walked outside, mounted the horse he had procured for her and taken off into the night.
MISERYThe Khalif had fallen into a hush at the sight of her. By the time she had reached that cold mountain peak, her fur was nearly pure white. Only the mane of hair she had - tangled and wild, well on its way to dreadlocking contained traces of silvery-grey and black. Misery D'Angelo, daughter of Sukan and Kylie, she was the heir. The blackness that had kept her what what belonged to her - it had been washed away. God had touched the old female, and wiped her sins away. It was with awed gasps and hushed whispers they had bowed before her. Bitter, dark laughter had escaped her throat. She had sacrificed Anzu the last time she had been there. Sacrificed his meaningless life - none of the bastards mattered, not since Damian, not since true love had been lost - for Larkspur. Her visions had made her leave him behind. A God, they whispered. Ankh, she who Walks-in-the-Light, the white furred Goddess of all that was Good and Pure, the Day Walker - she had saved that tarnished soul. Some even wept at the sight of her. With her fever bright eyes blazing, Misery had simply laughed until she fainted.
MISERY Robes of pure white adorned her form now. A simple, thick garment with the hood pushed back, her walking stick was tied to the horse, and bulging bags hung next to the saddle. Her hands held the reins, and she was humming a soft hymn beneath her breath. Her senses were not the greatest - her sight had gotten spotty more and more often, but her sense of smell was as good as ever. Larkspur, her sweet boy was here.The robes kept the cold at bay - she was cold all the time lately, and her bones creaked and ached. Arthritis was a son of a bitch and at her age it seemed inevitable. Still wasted and thin, it seemed since the day of Damian's death so long ago she had only gotten thinner and thinner. But there was a strange, maniac gleam in those bright eyes. A symbol hung around her neck, resting above the robe's cloth. A golden sun symbol - Ankh's eye. The Khalif had tried their damndest to follow the newly proclaimed leader and High Priestess, but Misery had refused, firmly and coldly. Little Wicca - Ahren and Matinee's daughter, she had found her way there, through some strange happenstance. For now, until Misery returned, she would lead them.
MISERYTak's eye followed her in the sky. Even though now, she was supposed to be a daughter of Ankh these days, the unformed dark God still felt so much more real to her. Though he was a cruel God, and that cruelty had chased her all of her days, she loved the Dark One. Tak was father, brother, son, he was so much to her. In the dark of the night the white robed woman cut a startling figure - and the soft song she hummed broke the stillness as she roamed the border. Her son was here - she would find him.
MISERYThe Khalif had fallen into a hush at the sight of her. By the time she had reached that cold mountain peak, her fur was nearly pure white. Only the mane of hair she had - tangled and wild, well on its way to dreadlocking contained traces of silvery-grey and black. Misery D'Angelo, daughter of Sukan and Kylie, she was the heir. The blackness that had kept her what what belonged to her - it had been washed away. God had touched the old female, and wiped her sins away. It was with awed gasps and hushed whispers they had bowed before her. Bitter, dark laughter had escaped her throat. She had sacrificed Anzu the last time she had been there. Sacrificed his meaningless life - none of the bastards mattered, not since Damian, not since true love had been lost - for Larkspur. Her visions had made her leave him behind. A God, they whispered. Ankh, she who Walks-in-the-Light, the white furred Goddess of all that was Good and Pure, the Day Walker - she had saved that tarnished soul. Some even wept at the sight of her. With her fever bright eyes blazing, Misery had simply laughed until she fainted.
MISERY Robes of pure white adorned her form now. A simple, thick garment with the hood pushed back, her walking stick was tied to the horse, and bulging bags hung next to the saddle. Her hands held the reins, and she was humming a soft hymn beneath her breath. Her senses were not the greatest - her sight had gotten spotty more and more often, but her sense of smell was as good as ever. Larkspur, her sweet boy was here.The robes kept the cold at bay - she was cold all the time lately, and her bones creaked and ached. Arthritis was a son of a bitch and at her age it seemed inevitable. Still wasted and thin, it seemed since the day of Damian's death so long ago she had only gotten thinner and thinner. But there was a strange, maniac gleam in those bright eyes. A symbol hung around her neck, resting above the robe's cloth. A golden sun symbol - Ankh's eye. The Khalif had tried their damndest to follow the newly proclaimed leader and High Priestess, but Misery had refused, firmly and coldly. Little Wicca - Ahren and Matinee's daughter, she had found her way there, through some strange happenstance. For now, until Misery returned, she would lead them.
MISERYTak's eye followed her in the sky. Even though now, she was supposed to be a daughter of Ankh these days, the unformed dark God still felt so much more real to her. Though he was a cruel God, and that cruelty had chased her all of her days, she loved the Dark One. Tak was father, brother, son, he was so much to her. In the dark of the night the white robed woman cut a startling figure - and the soft song she hummed broke the stillness as she roamed the border. Her son was here - she would find him.