Post by Nym Zeal on Jul 26, 2005 15:27:12 GMT -5
((RP by NymofDragons & Dilluted Emotion... This SL has been going on for probably a year and a half. Some of you have seen Caelesti's influence on my rider before))
Procurocarmenta: There would be a letter delivered to the young Nymling. Sealed in blood that would burn away the moment she touched it, opening the letter and revealing it words inside. Woman vessel that houses the child. I have had quite enough of this game we play. You will come and meet me. Touch the symbol at the bottom of this parchment and it will bring you to me. If you refuse.. I will come for you. And make sure I kill you.. and everything you hold dear. Including our little daughter. At the bottom of the letter would be a strange cryptic symbol. Some sort of arcaic language that had long been forgotten. Though now was the time for Nym to make her decision, to fight or flee.
Nym: Or to wait. Just a moment, really, writing a quick letter and folding it. She looked around a moment and moved to the vanity, placing the note within her jewerly box. It was unlikely anyone would look in her rooms for her, much less her jewerly box. Lady would listen for Xia's cries, but she whistled outside the balcony regardless. Crossing to the bassinette, she leaned in to give the sleeping child a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well, heartling. You'll understand. Eventually." Nym didn't need to wait on the mountain lion, knowing Cyra would respond to the familiar whistle. Instead she crossed back to the desk and, closing her eyes, brushed her fingers against the symbol. It had been a long time coming. If she survived this, then the time mages would be a breeze.
Procurocarmenta: It would be the moment her fingers crossed that old demonic script that it would glow a soft , bloody red warm glow. Whisking away the world around and drawing Nym into one entirely new. Blackness all around. Nothingness. No up.. no down.. nothing to stand on.. And yet Nym would find footing beneath her regardless. There would be a small sound.. laughter off in the distance. " We did not believe you had courage enough to come Nymling.." Another chuckle given as the wretched woman of red would slowly come into view. As most of the older demons were she bore no clothing. The silly human notion of humility was not known to her. Red crimson flesh with black raven locks along with a pair of errily glowing white hues gave her a more then menacing air about her. As well as a strange sense of authority she gave off. As if one would feel the pure power of her being well up inside themselves and almost burst. " You have more courage then we had given you credit for.. We had believed we would have to take the child in order to get you here. "
Nym: She'd changed since she'd last seen Procurocarmenta. She'd become stronger, she'd had to fight and protect. She wasn't the girl she'd been when she first took her daughter from Procurocarmenta's grasp, but that presense still made something recoil inside her. Something hid and Caelesti's glow came to her skin. The answer was only Nym's voice, however, as it was not the angel that had given her the courage to come here. It was in Nym herself, "I am her mother. I see no reason to involve her in something that she needs have no part in." And it was a relief, really, standing here without knowing her daughter was in harm at the moment. She would be, Nym knew, if this turned badly for the rider. Dark green eyes rose to meet Proc's glowing white, defiance clear in them. If nothing else, Nym would know she hadn't turned her gaze from the demoness. She would not submit to the power she felt in Proc's presense.
Procurocarmenta: "You are quite boastful, defiant young child. Tell me.. if not for the devine child within your body would you think yourself so full with clout?" She grinned. Though truth be told Procurocarmenta had not once looked away from Nym either. Something of a hateful fascination in her eyes as she took a step towards Nym. " Know this little .. Nymling child... fail her.. and you will not be the only to fall. All of our vessels shall die with you. Our daughter, the one you call Avis.. we shall give her a grand and glorious demise.. one filled with endless eons of pain and suffering until she will wish for death. And then and only then.. shall we grant it to her. You may take some comfort in knowing she resists us now. We had much trouble in getting her to you as we wished to. Took .. twenty years of her life to do it." she chuckled. Spreading her wings to their full seven foot birth. Whipping her reptilian tail with force. " And now.. we take yours Nymling.. we take.. we can do.. nothing more."
Nym: "No," she said, softly, that pale light about her growing brighter. "I will not allow harm to come to any. I will not allow harm to my daughter. I took her from you once and I will not let you have her again. She is not ours, that tie has been severed." Twenty years? Nym didn't completely understand, though her hand ached to rise and settle over the pendant that lie hidden in her blouse. The pendant that connected all four of those little acorns to their mother. Xia didn't wear one yet, but then Nym had yet to set that one free to find her paths, to live and learn. The acorns were her best attempt at giving them wings, but also ensuring that she could draw them back home. Sometimes they failed, sometimes they didn't. "She is mine. She is my daughter and you will have no claim to her." But even as she spoke, her eyes flickered with blue and that bell tone overrode Nym's own words. "You can only do nothing more only because you choose to do nothing more," the sweet tones rang.
Procurocarmenta: She chuckled to this. But it was a short lived laugh that quickly turned to wicked anger. "Foolish wench! We'll rip you away like so much paper!" And with that she would give one dissmive sway of her demonic hand, Sending a hot, almost visable wave of painful death at Nym. Ripping away at her clothing, her body, her essence and soul. An attack on her very existance that would probably not kill the Nymling though might leave her reeling. All while the wicked demoness seemed to be putting forth minimal effort. She had a way of demeaning others while killing them. Draining their hope away and leaving nothing behind. "We take.. because that is what we are!"
Nym: What hold the rider still had on herself was enough to send her to her knees then. She fought the pain enough to keep her chin raised, eyes staring at Procurocarmenta the entire time. She couldn't die, though. The pain her daughter would go through if Nym lost was too great a price, she would not allow it. Green eyes stared in defiance, though there was something in their depths as well. It was unsure whether the emotion came from Nym or Caelesti, but there was pity reflected in those eyes. There was much of Nym's own life that Caelesti had been with her through. Her marriage, her pregnancy, the birth of her youngest daughter. Caelesti had been there, always dwelling beneath the surface. No matter what pain had come to the rider, whether by war or divorce, there had always been that underlying love that drove Nym on. No matter what pain she might go through, she still had her children. She still had her dragon. No matter how much Procurocarmenta tried to take from her, she wouldn't be able to seperate that love. Even if she had to die, she'd still have won. In the end, she'd still have known a love that balanced and held her, a love that kept her eyes staring towards Procurocarmenta's while Caelesti's belled voice spoke calmly. "And what power is that? What you take now will only be taken from you eventually. If you ever falter or ever weaken, you can lose it all in just a moment of neglect. What is given freely, that is what lasts. If something is given in love and devotion, only those things remain."
Procurocarmenta: "Silence!" She had obviously been enraged further by that. And also made nervous at hearing Caelesti's tone in Nym's voice. If Nym could awaken her sister , slaying the rider would become no simple matter. " Contemptable wench.. you speak of love.. and giving.. where is your love now? Who gives for you now? None but we. We give you death.. and suffering.. and take it all away to ease you. We are our own love. " Clearly she had been blinded by pure rage, paranoia had consumed her as she sneered with hate. Those blackened fingernails elongating. Preparing to tear the rider to little bits and pieces. " We shall take you.. and end it all. Then there will be no one.. to take from us. "
Nym: Blinded? What better way to cure such than to shed a little light on the matter. Nym's hands rose, strawberry curls bleeding to blonde though the rider's eyes remained. Nym wasn't backing down, she wasn't hiding. She'd had enough of hiding. So much had happened lately, so much had hurt and so much had fallen to pieces in her hands. This only made her all that more protective, made her resolve that much fiercer. In contrast to Procurocarmenta, Nym's fingers started to glow with a holy light that shot out in numerous directions. Where there was nothing, there was now light. Even more that that, though, the light brought with it random streaks of color, random voices. It was as though Caelesti were focusing every memory Nym had stored, every loving thought or smile, and sending it out into Proc's darkness, into the nothingness the demoness had cast them into. "Even if she dies, you won't have had her. She'll live on in the memories of those who loved her just as those she loved live on in her." Jasmine's voice seemed to grow stronger in those pinpoints of light, as though Caelesti had reached out and pulled it closer than all those other memories. These were as much Nym herself as her body was, those cherised memories of her departed sister. Nym's eyes widened a little even as she stared at Procurocarmenta, hearing Jasmine's laugh again and recalling days spent together. "You can't have her, it isn't in your power. You don't even understand what you are up against. You know nothing of love if you could even for a moment think this child fought alone. She is never alone, no matter how much darkness you blanket her in."
Procurocarmenta: Though the beastly mother had not seen this. Least not before. Never had she seen so much love as did pour from this one soul. Vessle for love itself. Not even so much as the avatar that layed within. This Nymling.. being was so much more then she had thought. It was no wonder why all her adversaries had chosen nym to protect. Many had died in secret service to Nym. Even Gaea, whom had only once before, even she, whom had once been a stout supporter of the mother.. gave her life to protect Nym. Cats lay at the side of death, at her wife's feet. Trying to fend off Bizbel from hunting Nym down. All of this.. was too much to bear. so much love had been given, want and caring that it was overbearing to the mother's mind. " No.. this cannot be.. What is this?" She looked around baffled by the sight. Letting out a scream of fear from it. " You will not kill us so easily!!" Though fear held her at bay from making any attack for the moment.. despite her idle words.
Nym: "Death? That has always been your own choice," Caelesti spoke, Nym's own voice filling the air as she offered mercy in a death match. "You've found the one thing you can't possess, the one thing you cannot sully or destroy." Nym's own memories of Bizibel played out, flickering images as she and Caelesti had last seen her. In love. "Even those amongst your people can see it, can recognize it despite what you do to them. You might be able to take the life from them, destroy their humanity but what they once had would remain. It will be remembered." There was an edge to those belled tones, Caelesti defending that love no matter how misguided the actions it caused were. It was love, there was a purity to it and she knew it was likely lost now. It would not be lost in vain, not in the angel could help it. That light grew stronger, the sound of Mal's laughter during his and Nym's 'tickle spar' seeming to surround the rider protectively. "You will never understand humanity, you only know those rash and dark acts they are sometimes capable of. You don't see the other side, the redemption, the mercy or the love that they are capable of. Whatever happens here, those things will remain. You can rewrite all of eternity and those things will still return, eventually. Those things are more everlasting than you or I."
Procurocarmenta: " .. Contempt.. this is nothing but.. contempt. You all fear our existance and thus bedazzle us in hope of confusing us. " She sneered. Holding out her hand and forming that terrible black blade in it she would rush the woman. Though the very moment she came into contact with the light she would be sent backward. Reeling from it, acting as if the love in it had infected her. Her eyes pouring tears as never before.. " Love.. is.. no.. We cannot except this.. We cannot love.. We are incapable of such beauty.. we must take it all away.. so there will be none left for us to covet."
Nym: There was pity in her gaze, green eyes welling with tears at the demoness's own. Was there no way to save her? Was there no solace to offer her? Even then, though, that light did not cease. Caelesti dare not let it grow dim or falter. The light had grown, though, and Nym felt as though she were kneeling in grass rather than nothingness, bird chirping around her while she watched her dragon fly. Or else she was in Harwind, dusting the tabletops or cooking a meal with all her children sitting at the table. It was so real that she reached out a hand as if to touch Lucia's cheek. The memories kept shifting, though, recollections of christmas wrapping or lying in GoldenMyst's fields and watching the eclipse with Kolava. Why was the moon so sad? Occasionally though, barely glimpsed through the memories of her wedding and the conception of her daughter, almost as though she were a daydream , Nym still watched Procurocarmenta. The words were solely Caelesti's, though they were gently spoken. "You can, if you are willing to give yourself into it. If you are willing to feel and to risk, if you are willing to care for something more strongly than you do yourself. Love, as vast and beautiful as it is, requires only that of us. To care, to nurture and to strive to be the best we are capable of." Nym stood, no longer feeling burned or even defiant. She felt calm, a kindly smile given as her hand outstretched in offering. The light was just in Proc's reaching now, if she were willing to reach for it, bedtime stories and the purr of mountain lion cubs seeming to echo within the light at the moment.
Procurocarmenta: "How.. how can you not despise us? For all that we have done.. stolen the child from you more then once.. given her more suffering then any child should know.. And still you offer us nothing but this.. love? We cannot accept it.. we do not understand this.. we.. we.. fear this. " She said. Backing away, dropping the sword with a clatter until it vanished. More tears streaming from her erry white eyes. She wept as she felt a heart born in her chest. Beating and making her real. " Please.. Caelesti.. do us not this painful end. Let us not die in this manner.. let us go back into slumber as not to be claimed by this.. frightful light.. !"
Nym: How? The question, now that Caelesti has seemed to take over the rider's voice, seemed almost as part of the images that Nym was watching. The image of Avis came to mind, the little bird who had been through vampirism and torment. She'd been captured and hunted, she'd learned fear and terror at their hand, but she'd also learned that that wasn't all there was. She knew what was out there, but Avis knew love as well. What better lessons could there be for the girl than to know and understand that, no matter what happened in life, her path was her choices. No one could make her into something she didn't want to be. It was a rough lesson, but one she hoped would get her through worse times. There was only one part of the lesson that Avis still lacked. She knew love, she knew hate... but she needed to know mercy and redemption as well. Those were just as critical. "Don't be afraid," Caelesti's voice came out, even while the tears in Nym's eyes fell for the fear that Procurocarmenta showed. "I'm not offering you death, sister, but life." With that, the rider's hand reached further and touched gently just over the beating of Proc's heart, that warm glow trying to spread over the demoness's skin. "Don't fight it. It hurts, sometimes, but the pain isn't nearly so bad when you imagine what it would be like not to have known it to begin with," the last was Nym's own voice, a truth spilling from her lips. She'd have love that cut her heart in two, she'd suffered and cried because of love, but it had been worth it. The wedding ring on her finger gleamed as she herself made that realization. She could move on, if she needed to, it wouldn't change what she'd had. It wouldn't demean it or mean that she hadn't loved Syn. One could never have too much love in their lives.
Procurocarmenta: It was this that would bring a scream of pain from the demoness. And those errie white eyes would have that same light explode outwards from them. From her mouth and from behind her body until she would be overtaken by it. Enshrouded entrirely in that white loving light. The sound of her scream fadding gently away as she herself would do the same. Hatred never died. Never was forgotten. But sometimes.. it was forgiven. Sometimes it faded. And so she would. whatever darkness left now being overtaken with the rest of Procurocarmenta. As she would feel her heart pump hard now. Alive, with the rest of her comming into form. Reality. Her form would be similar and yet entirely different. her flesh was warm and human. Hues were a dark coal black. Tresses of white flowed down to her back while she wore an elegant silken dress of white that hid her lower half though was left almost completely open, her bust just barely hidden to be decent. Though she looked gentle. There was still a trace of hatred in her. Though it seemed that she no longer wished for that to be all she knew. " Sister.. I wish for a new fate.. A new name.. but first.. I must beg you.. and the Nymling to forgive me.. please.. allow me to make up for what I've done.. "
Nym: Nym's breath was held, her hand frozen as that scream filled her ears. The love remained, whispered secrets, laughs and the gentle rhymth of her children's breath while they slept. She could almost smell her stew cooking in Harwind's kitchens as she sat there. Then the light overtook and Procurocarmenta was reformed. She looked towards her, suddenly the memories fading away and leaving the rider as herself again. There still felt like there was a breath holding, something more needed from the rider. "I forgive you," Nym spoke softly, looking to her. At that moment she felt that familiar presense of Caelesti seperated from the rider, the angel moving forward to wrap her arms around her sister. "And I forgive you as well as rejoice! Might your name now be Venia Unus, that all will know in meeting you that you have been forgiven. With that gift might you also deal out forgiveness and with your life, might love also show in each of your actions." It was odd for the rider, something felt different in her even with Caelesti gone. She'd changed something, though Nym wasn't sure exactly what.
Procurocarmenta: There would be a letter delivered to the young Nymling. Sealed in blood that would burn away the moment she touched it, opening the letter and revealing it words inside. Woman vessel that houses the child. I have had quite enough of this game we play. You will come and meet me. Touch the symbol at the bottom of this parchment and it will bring you to me. If you refuse.. I will come for you. And make sure I kill you.. and everything you hold dear. Including our little daughter. At the bottom of the letter would be a strange cryptic symbol. Some sort of arcaic language that had long been forgotten. Though now was the time for Nym to make her decision, to fight or flee.
Nym: Or to wait. Just a moment, really, writing a quick letter and folding it. She looked around a moment and moved to the vanity, placing the note within her jewerly box. It was unlikely anyone would look in her rooms for her, much less her jewerly box. Lady would listen for Xia's cries, but she whistled outside the balcony regardless. Crossing to the bassinette, she leaned in to give the sleeping child a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well, heartling. You'll understand. Eventually." Nym didn't need to wait on the mountain lion, knowing Cyra would respond to the familiar whistle. Instead she crossed back to the desk and, closing her eyes, brushed her fingers against the symbol. It had been a long time coming. If she survived this, then the time mages would be a breeze.
Procurocarmenta: It would be the moment her fingers crossed that old demonic script that it would glow a soft , bloody red warm glow. Whisking away the world around and drawing Nym into one entirely new. Blackness all around. Nothingness. No up.. no down.. nothing to stand on.. And yet Nym would find footing beneath her regardless. There would be a small sound.. laughter off in the distance. " We did not believe you had courage enough to come Nymling.." Another chuckle given as the wretched woman of red would slowly come into view. As most of the older demons were she bore no clothing. The silly human notion of humility was not known to her. Red crimson flesh with black raven locks along with a pair of errily glowing white hues gave her a more then menacing air about her. As well as a strange sense of authority she gave off. As if one would feel the pure power of her being well up inside themselves and almost burst. " You have more courage then we had given you credit for.. We had believed we would have to take the child in order to get you here. "
Nym: She'd changed since she'd last seen Procurocarmenta. She'd become stronger, she'd had to fight and protect. She wasn't the girl she'd been when she first took her daughter from Procurocarmenta's grasp, but that presense still made something recoil inside her. Something hid and Caelesti's glow came to her skin. The answer was only Nym's voice, however, as it was not the angel that had given her the courage to come here. It was in Nym herself, "I am her mother. I see no reason to involve her in something that she needs have no part in." And it was a relief, really, standing here without knowing her daughter was in harm at the moment. She would be, Nym knew, if this turned badly for the rider. Dark green eyes rose to meet Proc's glowing white, defiance clear in them. If nothing else, Nym would know she hadn't turned her gaze from the demoness. She would not submit to the power she felt in Proc's presense.
Procurocarmenta: "You are quite boastful, defiant young child. Tell me.. if not for the devine child within your body would you think yourself so full with clout?" She grinned. Though truth be told Procurocarmenta had not once looked away from Nym either. Something of a hateful fascination in her eyes as she took a step towards Nym. " Know this little .. Nymling child... fail her.. and you will not be the only to fall. All of our vessels shall die with you. Our daughter, the one you call Avis.. we shall give her a grand and glorious demise.. one filled with endless eons of pain and suffering until she will wish for death. And then and only then.. shall we grant it to her. You may take some comfort in knowing she resists us now. We had much trouble in getting her to you as we wished to. Took .. twenty years of her life to do it." she chuckled. Spreading her wings to their full seven foot birth. Whipping her reptilian tail with force. " And now.. we take yours Nymling.. we take.. we can do.. nothing more."
Nym: "No," she said, softly, that pale light about her growing brighter. "I will not allow harm to come to any. I will not allow harm to my daughter. I took her from you once and I will not let you have her again. She is not ours, that tie has been severed." Twenty years? Nym didn't completely understand, though her hand ached to rise and settle over the pendant that lie hidden in her blouse. The pendant that connected all four of those little acorns to their mother. Xia didn't wear one yet, but then Nym had yet to set that one free to find her paths, to live and learn. The acorns were her best attempt at giving them wings, but also ensuring that she could draw them back home. Sometimes they failed, sometimes they didn't. "She is mine. She is my daughter and you will have no claim to her." But even as she spoke, her eyes flickered with blue and that bell tone overrode Nym's own words. "You can only do nothing more only because you choose to do nothing more," the sweet tones rang.
Procurocarmenta: She chuckled to this. But it was a short lived laugh that quickly turned to wicked anger. "Foolish wench! We'll rip you away like so much paper!" And with that she would give one dissmive sway of her demonic hand, Sending a hot, almost visable wave of painful death at Nym. Ripping away at her clothing, her body, her essence and soul. An attack on her very existance that would probably not kill the Nymling though might leave her reeling. All while the wicked demoness seemed to be putting forth minimal effort. She had a way of demeaning others while killing them. Draining their hope away and leaving nothing behind. "We take.. because that is what we are!"
Nym: What hold the rider still had on herself was enough to send her to her knees then. She fought the pain enough to keep her chin raised, eyes staring at Procurocarmenta the entire time. She couldn't die, though. The pain her daughter would go through if Nym lost was too great a price, she would not allow it. Green eyes stared in defiance, though there was something in their depths as well. It was unsure whether the emotion came from Nym or Caelesti, but there was pity reflected in those eyes. There was much of Nym's own life that Caelesti had been with her through. Her marriage, her pregnancy, the birth of her youngest daughter. Caelesti had been there, always dwelling beneath the surface. No matter what pain had come to the rider, whether by war or divorce, there had always been that underlying love that drove Nym on. No matter what pain she might go through, she still had her children. She still had her dragon. No matter how much Procurocarmenta tried to take from her, she wouldn't be able to seperate that love. Even if she had to die, she'd still have won. In the end, she'd still have known a love that balanced and held her, a love that kept her eyes staring towards Procurocarmenta's while Caelesti's belled voice spoke calmly. "And what power is that? What you take now will only be taken from you eventually. If you ever falter or ever weaken, you can lose it all in just a moment of neglect. What is given freely, that is what lasts. If something is given in love and devotion, only those things remain."
Procurocarmenta: "Silence!" She had obviously been enraged further by that. And also made nervous at hearing Caelesti's tone in Nym's voice. If Nym could awaken her sister , slaying the rider would become no simple matter. " Contemptable wench.. you speak of love.. and giving.. where is your love now? Who gives for you now? None but we. We give you death.. and suffering.. and take it all away to ease you. We are our own love. " Clearly she had been blinded by pure rage, paranoia had consumed her as she sneered with hate. Those blackened fingernails elongating. Preparing to tear the rider to little bits and pieces. " We shall take you.. and end it all. Then there will be no one.. to take from us. "
Nym: Blinded? What better way to cure such than to shed a little light on the matter. Nym's hands rose, strawberry curls bleeding to blonde though the rider's eyes remained. Nym wasn't backing down, she wasn't hiding. She'd had enough of hiding. So much had happened lately, so much had hurt and so much had fallen to pieces in her hands. This only made her all that more protective, made her resolve that much fiercer. In contrast to Procurocarmenta, Nym's fingers started to glow with a holy light that shot out in numerous directions. Where there was nothing, there was now light. Even more that that, though, the light brought with it random streaks of color, random voices. It was as though Caelesti were focusing every memory Nym had stored, every loving thought or smile, and sending it out into Proc's darkness, into the nothingness the demoness had cast them into. "Even if she dies, you won't have had her. She'll live on in the memories of those who loved her just as those she loved live on in her." Jasmine's voice seemed to grow stronger in those pinpoints of light, as though Caelesti had reached out and pulled it closer than all those other memories. These were as much Nym herself as her body was, those cherised memories of her departed sister. Nym's eyes widened a little even as she stared at Procurocarmenta, hearing Jasmine's laugh again and recalling days spent together. "You can't have her, it isn't in your power. You don't even understand what you are up against. You know nothing of love if you could even for a moment think this child fought alone. She is never alone, no matter how much darkness you blanket her in."
Procurocarmenta: Though the beastly mother had not seen this. Least not before. Never had she seen so much love as did pour from this one soul. Vessle for love itself. Not even so much as the avatar that layed within. This Nymling.. being was so much more then she had thought. It was no wonder why all her adversaries had chosen nym to protect. Many had died in secret service to Nym. Even Gaea, whom had only once before, even she, whom had once been a stout supporter of the mother.. gave her life to protect Nym. Cats lay at the side of death, at her wife's feet. Trying to fend off Bizbel from hunting Nym down. All of this.. was too much to bear. so much love had been given, want and caring that it was overbearing to the mother's mind. " No.. this cannot be.. What is this?" She looked around baffled by the sight. Letting out a scream of fear from it. " You will not kill us so easily!!" Though fear held her at bay from making any attack for the moment.. despite her idle words.
Nym: "Death? That has always been your own choice," Caelesti spoke, Nym's own voice filling the air as she offered mercy in a death match. "You've found the one thing you can't possess, the one thing you cannot sully or destroy." Nym's own memories of Bizibel played out, flickering images as she and Caelesti had last seen her. In love. "Even those amongst your people can see it, can recognize it despite what you do to them. You might be able to take the life from them, destroy their humanity but what they once had would remain. It will be remembered." There was an edge to those belled tones, Caelesti defending that love no matter how misguided the actions it caused were. It was love, there was a purity to it and she knew it was likely lost now. It would not be lost in vain, not in the angel could help it. That light grew stronger, the sound of Mal's laughter during his and Nym's 'tickle spar' seeming to surround the rider protectively. "You will never understand humanity, you only know those rash and dark acts they are sometimes capable of. You don't see the other side, the redemption, the mercy or the love that they are capable of. Whatever happens here, those things will remain. You can rewrite all of eternity and those things will still return, eventually. Those things are more everlasting than you or I."
Procurocarmenta: " .. Contempt.. this is nothing but.. contempt. You all fear our existance and thus bedazzle us in hope of confusing us. " She sneered. Holding out her hand and forming that terrible black blade in it she would rush the woman. Though the very moment she came into contact with the light she would be sent backward. Reeling from it, acting as if the love in it had infected her. Her eyes pouring tears as never before.. " Love.. is.. no.. We cannot except this.. We cannot love.. We are incapable of such beauty.. we must take it all away.. so there will be none left for us to covet."
Nym: There was pity in her gaze, green eyes welling with tears at the demoness's own. Was there no way to save her? Was there no solace to offer her? Even then, though, that light did not cease. Caelesti dare not let it grow dim or falter. The light had grown, though, and Nym felt as though she were kneeling in grass rather than nothingness, bird chirping around her while she watched her dragon fly. Or else she was in Harwind, dusting the tabletops or cooking a meal with all her children sitting at the table. It was so real that she reached out a hand as if to touch Lucia's cheek. The memories kept shifting, though, recollections of christmas wrapping or lying in GoldenMyst's fields and watching the eclipse with Kolava. Why was the moon so sad? Occasionally though, barely glimpsed through the memories of her wedding and the conception of her daughter, almost as though she were a daydream , Nym still watched Procurocarmenta. The words were solely Caelesti's, though they were gently spoken. "You can, if you are willing to give yourself into it. If you are willing to feel and to risk, if you are willing to care for something more strongly than you do yourself. Love, as vast and beautiful as it is, requires only that of us. To care, to nurture and to strive to be the best we are capable of." Nym stood, no longer feeling burned or even defiant. She felt calm, a kindly smile given as her hand outstretched in offering. The light was just in Proc's reaching now, if she were willing to reach for it, bedtime stories and the purr of mountain lion cubs seeming to echo within the light at the moment.
Procurocarmenta: "How.. how can you not despise us? For all that we have done.. stolen the child from you more then once.. given her more suffering then any child should know.. And still you offer us nothing but this.. love? We cannot accept it.. we do not understand this.. we.. we.. fear this. " She said. Backing away, dropping the sword with a clatter until it vanished. More tears streaming from her erry white eyes. She wept as she felt a heart born in her chest. Beating and making her real. " Please.. Caelesti.. do us not this painful end. Let us not die in this manner.. let us go back into slumber as not to be claimed by this.. frightful light.. !"
Nym: How? The question, now that Caelesti has seemed to take over the rider's voice, seemed almost as part of the images that Nym was watching. The image of Avis came to mind, the little bird who had been through vampirism and torment. She'd been captured and hunted, she'd learned fear and terror at their hand, but she'd also learned that that wasn't all there was. She knew what was out there, but Avis knew love as well. What better lessons could there be for the girl than to know and understand that, no matter what happened in life, her path was her choices. No one could make her into something she didn't want to be. It was a rough lesson, but one she hoped would get her through worse times. There was only one part of the lesson that Avis still lacked. She knew love, she knew hate... but she needed to know mercy and redemption as well. Those were just as critical. "Don't be afraid," Caelesti's voice came out, even while the tears in Nym's eyes fell for the fear that Procurocarmenta showed. "I'm not offering you death, sister, but life." With that, the rider's hand reached further and touched gently just over the beating of Proc's heart, that warm glow trying to spread over the demoness's skin. "Don't fight it. It hurts, sometimes, but the pain isn't nearly so bad when you imagine what it would be like not to have known it to begin with," the last was Nym's own voice, a truth spilling from her lips. She'd have love that cut her heart in two, she'd suffered and cried because of love, but it had been worth it. The wedding ring on her finger gleamed as she herself made that realization. She could move on, if she needed to, it wouldn't change what she'd had. It wouldn't demean it or mean that she hadn't loved Syn. One could never have too much love in their lives.
Procurocarmenta: It was this that would bring a scream of pain from the demoness. And those errie white eyes would have that same light explode outwards from them. From her mouth and from behind her body until she would be overtaken by it. Enshrouded entrirely in that white loving light. The sound of her scream fadding gently away as she herself would do the same. Hatred never died. Never was forgotten. But sometimes.. it was forgiven. Sometimes it faded. And so she would. whatever darkness left now being overtaken with the rest of Procurocarmenta. As she would feel her heart pump hard now. Alive, with the rest of her comming into form. Reality. Her form would be similar and yet entirely different. her flesh was warm and human. Hues were a dark coal black. Tresses of white flowed down to her back while she wore an elegant silken dress of white that hid her lower half though was left almost completely open, her bust just barely hidden to be decent. Though she looked gentle. There was still a trace of hatred in her. Though it seemed that she no longer wished for that to be all she knew. " Sister.. I wish for a new fate.. A new name.. but first.. I must beg you.. and the Nymling to forgive me.. please.. allow me to make up for what I've done.. "
Nym: Nym's breath was held, her hand frozen as that scream filled her ears. The love remained, whispered secrets, laughs and the gentle rhymth of her children's breath while they slept. She could almost smell her stew cooking in Harwind's kitchens as she sat there. Then the light overtook and Procurocarmenta was reformed. She looked towards her, suddenly the memories fading away and leaving the rider as herself again. There still felt like there was a breath holding, something more needed from the rider. "I forgive you," Nym spoke softly, looking to her. At that moment she felt that familiar presense of Caelesti seperated from the rider, the angel moving forward to wrap her arms around her sister. "And I forgive you as well as rejoice! Might your name now be Venia Unus, that all will know in meeting you that you have been forgiven. With that gift might you also deal out forgiveness and with your life, might love also show in each of your actions." It was odd for the rider, something felt different in her even with Caelesti gone. She'd changed something, though Nym wasn't sure exactly what.
