Dirty water, poison rain [Disbandment]

*Pyralis* · (This post was last modified: 07-16-2018, 09:02 PM by Pyralis.)

Pyralis returned to the canyon with a limp in her left hind leg from a rather nasty encounter with a mountain lion. She would swear up and down she hadn't been looking for trouble but that was a lie. She'd been looking for trouble. She'd been looking for Amon. The rumors swelling around the madness of their father had been eating at her since her brother had left. The fact that he'd left without her ate at her. The fact that he had not returned… it ate at her. On top of that, Asharya had all but disappeared. Pyralis had been looking for her daughter to and coming up with naught but bitter nothingness. No signs. Nothing. Oh how life ate at her. It was a wonder there was anything of her left when she felt so skeletal in all but her physical appearance.

She'd performed rituals, sacrifices, anything she could think of to get some sort of sign and nothing. She was starting to think all this business of gods was nothing but garbage! What if her father was nothing more than an insane old man? What if all this was nothing more than a fairy tale and their successes merely their own rather than the result of some divine favor? Pyralis knew such blasphemous thoughts could spell death for her and so she never spoke them but she wanted to, she desperately wanted someone to talk to. She couldn't ever remember feeling so alone.

When she arrived to the meeting place she smoothed out her gait, walking through the pain as a carefree grin spread on her face. She opened her mouth to shoot some sly comment and apology at Razi when a loud crack of thunder caused her to turn. On the far end of the canyon sheets of rain swept toward them, water from some broken, rocky dam followed suit, crashing down into the canyon floor. It would flood within moments! Panic started to rise in her chest. Where in the nine hells was Ashiel? Razi scooped up her pups and Pyralis bolted. Adrenaline numbed the pain in her leg as she leapt from one ledge to the next, seeking to get higher. She was moving on instinct and her skill as a master navigator but as she moved something inside her snapped. Anger, burning white and hot bubbled up and out of her throat as she began to curse at the sky, to curse whatever supposed 'god' she was descended from. What could possibly be the meaning of this? What could this possibly be for? If there were such a thing as gods she couldn't help but feel that she and her family were merely pawns. She didn't feel like a goddess. She felt like prey. As the water closed in and crashed around her she spat one final, defiant expletive before she was swept into the madness of the current.

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