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Oliphaunt Grey #3: I Remember Pale Days
Name: euphonious_glow (Euphony)
Story: I Remember Pale Days
'Verse: The Flametongue Prophet
Colors: Oliphaunt Grey #3: Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter!
Supplies and Materials: Glitter (poets.org/poem-a-day)
Word Count: 278
Rating: T
Characters: Amaranthe, the Veiled Revenant
Warnings: Brief mention of suicide, character death (nonexplicit)
Notes: Hello, I’m happy to be a new member of this community. I picked one Color for each of the main characters in my ‘verse, The Flametongue Prophet, which is a fantasy setting VERY loosely inspired by Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Legacy series. All of the characters are LGBT in some way. I hope you enjoy getting to know them. This first post is for a side character who was envisioned because, honestly, I wanted to see more dark anti-hero roles for women. This is her story.
I remember the mountains. Cold, snow-capped peaks whose silent secrets beckoned me from the warmth of the hearth. Despite my father’s warnings, I never feared the silent snow. With the spring melt brought glorious flowers, peeking through the rocky cliff face. As surefooted as the goats I often hunted, I danced across the rocks, picking blooms for a village man.
In the darkness of the following winter, a kick of new life within me. And my love, blood like poppies in the snow. My life crashed upon the rocks with his dying breath.
But mountain blood set my shoulders and led me forward, clutching tiny fingers and teaching everything I knew of survival and the heart’s resolve.
But silent snow melted into Calamity. Desert sandstorms raged where mountain peaks had once called my name. You bloomed, steel-eyed and sand-haired, ready to fight for what you believed in.
Swift words, once said, could not be taken back. And in my grief I ended my life.
The knife… How was I to know its curse? After an endless existence among the silent, chill mountains of the in-between, I bloomed once more among the sands, torn from the chill underworld by a young woman with piercing dark eyes and a smile like a blade’s edge. She bore a twin of my blade, a wretched pair meant to cut the veil between death and life.
I walked as a revenant, my name a curse among mortal lips. A bogeyman of the desert wastes, my black veil of mourning seen as a harbinger of death.
I will toil until my calling is fulfilled. Until the day I bring you back home, my daughter.
Story: I Remember Pale Days
'Verse: The Flametongue Prophet
Colors: Oliphaunt Grey #3: Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter!
Supplies and Materials: Glitter (poets.org/poem-a-day)
Word Count: 278
Rating: T
Characters: Amaranthe, the Veiled Revenant
Warnings: Brief mention of suicide, character death (nonexplicit)
Notes: Hello, I’m happy to be a new member of this community. I picked one Color for each of the main characters in my ‘verse, The Flametongue Prophet, which is a fantasy setting VERY loosely inspired by Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Legacy series. All of the characters are LGBT in some way. I hope you enjoy getting to know them. This first post is for a side character who was envisioned because, honestly, I wanted to see more dark anti-hero roles for women. This is her story.
I remember the mountains. Cold, snow-capped peaks whose silent secrets beckoned me from the warmth of the hearth. Despite my father’s warnings, I never feared the silent snow. With the spring melt brought glorious flowers, peeking through the rocky cliff face. As surefooted as the goats I often hunted, I danced across the rocks, picking blooms for a village man.
In the darkness of the following winter, a kick of new life within me. And my love, blood like poppies in the snow. My life crashed upon the rocks with his dying breath.
But mountain blood set my shoulders and led me forward, clutching tiny fingers and teaching everything I knew of survival and the heart’s resolve.
But silent snow melted into Calamity. Desert sandstorms raged where mountain peaks had once called my name. You bloomed, steel-eyed and sand-haired, ready to fight for what you believed in.
Swift words, once said, could not be taken back. And in my grief I ended my life.
The knife… How was I to know its curse? After an endless existence among the silent, chill mountains of the in-between, I bloomed once more among the sands, torn from the chill underworld by a young woman with piercing dark eyes and a smile like a blade’s edge. She bore a twin of my blade, a wretched pair meant to cut the veil between death and life.
I walked as a revenant, my name a curse among mortal lips. A bogeyman of the desert wastes, my black veil of mourning seen as a harbinger of death.
I will toil until my calling is fulfilled. Until the day I bring you back home, my daughter.