{PRP} Turbulent Heart {La Muerte & Kalista}

[Regal Renegade]

"Turbulent Heart" - RP
Characters: La Muerte & Kalista
Players: GunSniper & Regal Renegade
Wordcounts:
→ Regal Renegade || 500 |
→ GunSniper || 469 |
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[Regal Renegade]

The day that her mother asked where Kalani had gone hung over Kalista’s head like a dark cloud that would never disperse. It pressed down upon her small shoulders with indescribable magnitude and threatened to suffocate her with each passing moment. Her heart hurt so badly that she found it hard to believe there was no physical wound to be seen, and regardless of what she attempted she could never heal the pain she or her family had been feeling. The question of where her beloved brother had gone burned in her mind every single day, and yet another caused her stomach to churn. Was it her fault?

She had been the brazen one who never feared being out of the den alone, but Kalani had always been the cautious one. So what had changed? She remembered the night they spent talking about sandworms and moon moths and began to wonder if something she had said caused him to go out alone. Perhaps her attempt to make him feel more confident in himself was what had caused all of this to occur. At that thought her small tail wrapped itself around her quivering body and she began once again to sob quietly.

That day she remembered searching so feverishly, at first wondering if he had merely gotten lost and was huddled up somewhere afraid to come out. But when calling his name and searching for hours came up with nothing she knew something more severe had happened. Horrid thoughts began hurling themselves at her and for fear of waking her family with her cries she got slowly to her feet and exited the cave.

Eventually she came across a good sized rock that was far enough from her home where no one could hear her. Scrambling to the top she opened her small wings and with all of her might shouted into the vast world before her. “KALANI!” Unbeknownst to her family she would do this every day in the hopes that her brother would hear her and eventually come running. “KALANI!” She shouted for what seemed like hours, until her voice became hoarse and her tears drowned her out. Every time she would eventually end up a sobbing mess, unable to even utter a single word.

As she lay there quivering and crying the thought of how she failed her brother continually assaulted her. She should have been with him. She should have protected him. She never should have encouraged him. This was her fault. Why did she come up with those stupid games? Chasing moon moths and riding them to the moon had gotten Kalani taken. It was her fault. “I’m so sorry Kalani…” She muttered weakly through her tears. “I broke my promise to protect you.” It was her fault. Closing herself into a little ball atop the cold stone surface she began to wish that she too would vanish and perhaps join her brother in doing so. “Kalani. Why?” It was completely and utterly her fault.

GunSniper

 

[GunSniper]

La Muerte was still quite cross with Xibaliba over his antics with the idols. How could he not know how that worked?! And they say being spirit bound meant that one was closer to the weaver... It was true, but La Muerte often found herself chuckling to the thought of how her other half acted half the time. He really was a charming, and still would get no idols until he apologized for cheating! Oh how he made her so MAD sometimes!

Perhaps she could give him an inch sometimes. Oh, but that one would take a mile from it! What was she going to do with such a precious prickled soul?

Despite her inner thoughts of being so cross with her spirit-bound she managed to hold a pleasant smile on her delicate lips. The outer world did not need to know her personal problems. Those were to be solved between her and the one she had a transgression with. She would not wish to soil his name. They were the same full soul now, and she still did care deeply for him.

Her wings stretched wide just after a graceful leap from a cliff-side. It had been a while since she had gotten to enjoy the outer territories. The caves were a treat, but fresh-air was a rare delicacy she allowed herself to enjoy. There was simply too much to do.

"Hmmm?" She hummed to the strange sound rising up from the ground. It was small and precious, it tugged at her heart and beckoned her to come close. A brief reminder that they would have no cubs of their own because her amore was a two-timing cheater!

Still, this young voice guided her back to the ground, away from the wind that caressed her fur pleasantly while above the trees. Her long ears perked forward than swiveled around until the call came again.

It was becoming softer and softer, but La Muerte could still hear the young voice.

Once her paws meet with the soft ground she folded her wings to her sides and glanced around.

"Oh...." She gasped to the sight of a small dark-tribe cub atop the rock sobbing. Before she could draw a second breath she gracefully made her way toward the young one. La Muerte was cautious in case the young one was fearful or not used to larger adult b'alam.

The last thing she would want was to chase away a saddened young soul.

"Oh, honey... why are you sad?" She spoke with a thick accent, one brought on from using a language she and her other half had come-up with to communicate with one another since they had been woven. It was fun at first, but has since become a way for them to argue without making too many people uncomfortable.

Regal Renegade