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Meardhon Death Tarot Entry |
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I recently was encouraged by my wonderful friend Alamoraine to enter a RP contest for a cute green horse anthro who was based on the Death Tarot Card. This is the entry that won him.
"...As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door..."
Where Edilon went, things changed. Sometimes it was for the better, sometimes it was not. He was not so arrogant to think that these things happened because of him. It was not his presence that caused about these changes. He was not the instrument of change. He was merely it's herald. This suited him though, for Edilon cherished his seemingly endless journey. He enjoyed walking the lands and baring witness to events, no matter how great or small. His greatest joy came when he could sit and merely watch the color changeing of the leaves. Oh he knew he had nothing to do with the seasons changing. That was something entierly different. Edilon was drawn more to the change in social structure. When society began to shift from one form to another. When kings faltered, their health failed, and some new star was to rise in their place. Those were the changes that drew him into the population. Yet when there was no great tugging upon his ethreal heart? That was when he chose to sit and engross himself in the changes of great mother nature. He felt awe when he was able to sit and watch the struggle of a butterfly force it's way from it's cocoon. He felt wonder in the delicate drifting dance of the first snowflakes fall. The most mysterious of all natural changes though...the thing that would always mystfy him...was when a young one would suddenly make that incredible change. From friend to lover. He could never see the physical signs of it. It seemed one day a young filly could be laughing with her friends. Jokeing with a boy she had known her whole life. Then the next day? A pair of hands holding. A tender kiss. Sweet words with meaning so profound that he could not grasp it. It was of the deepest magic, with only one other thing proving greater then that. Motherhood. Edilon had witnessed the changes of thousands of lives. He had seen the death of many more then that. Yet all of this did not compare to the power of seeing the glow of a mother with her first child. Often times Edilon would would glance at his own hands, he would try to imagine how he himself might change, should some young foal be placed within them. Something that shared his blood, that had been created with a spark of his own life... Something that he did not feel he could accomplish. How could he ever hope to bring forth life and care for it when he was always drawn to places of unrest? How could his heart dare feel for someone that may in time fall victim to the passage of time, unlike him? Edilon bore no great sorrow for his situation, he carried no bitterness over his incapabilities. He knew that there were some things that were just beyond the grasp of some people. After all, he had seen many reach for a goal and fall unto the dust for their over reaching. Edilon would not over reach, he would be content with his place in life, and he would continue to puzzle out these mysteries in his own time.
He flew on wings as silent as his station. In his heart he felt a gentle tug. The direction in which he felt something of note to be brewing. It was not so insistant as something that might happen today, or tomorrow even. For all Edilon knew, this event would be many months. It could even be years before this inevitable change would come to fruiation. Thus the pull upon him was hardly powerful enough to encourage speedy flight.
Above him was the night sky. As pure a midnight blue as ever there was. The moon was large and hung heavy along the horizon. Stars that were so bright they nearly seemed to be within his reach glowed with all their strength. Yet his eyes were turned ever downeards. Here and there were the lit windows of households not yet tucked away to their beds. Edilon tilted his wings and descended towards a pleasent two story home. His hooves landed without making a sound upon the stone of a upper room balcony. There was a purpose to his visit tonight. This was a home he had frequented often on his passage over this part of the land.
Ages ago, something had happened between himself and a ancestor of this home. A war had been in the midst of being fought, and Eidlon had been compelled to walk the battlefields, baring witness to the revolution that wouild bring about a undeniable change. He had seen many a proud stallion and a good mare lose their lives. Though he had nothing to do with their passage, and they did not see him walking amoung them in their final moments.
One pair of eyes did however see him. Even when Edilon chose to be unseen to the mortal folk, he never could fully conceal himself from the eyes of the children. Perhaps it was their still innocent ways. Perhaps it was their complete openess to the inevitable changes in their world around them. Perhaps it was just because children were far more magical then he could ever be. For whatever the reason, one young one saw him. A small filly was where she clearly ought not to be. Tear's were in her eyes, blood upon her cloths. Edilon often did not bother himself with interaction between even the young when he had been at this age of his life. He passed her on by, tending to his purpose with a singlemindedness that verged very much upon coldness.
He had gotten no more then three paces past the child, when something small and warm gripped his fingers. Edilon had paused in his steps, and peered downwards to find this child gripping his hand. Her fingers were tight on his single finger, she had such strength in such a tiny hand. Edilon felt perplexed for a moment, as the girl had not spoken a word to him. Instead she lifted her hand and pointed off to the other side of the battlefield. Edilon did not know what it was the child wished to convey to him, yet he did not ask. Perhaps he was afraid back then? Afraid to speak and frighten the child somehow? Or was it himself that had been frightened? Change is what he was the herald of, never was he the one that it happened to! Or so he had thought.
With the child gripping his hand, they walked the land. When she grew tired, he stopped and let her rest. When she slept, he knelt at her side. When she cried he pulled her closer to his side. When she was hungry he followed her as she foraged, When it rained he sheltered her under his wings. Their walk together spanned weeks. Somewhere along the way, another child joined them. A boy that seemed even younger then the girl. Then another...then another... The march of the children seemed something that defyed description. No harm befell them as they walked in Edilon's presence. No one challenged this group of miserable orphans. After what seemed to have been four months time they reached this place. Children of all ages surrounded him. Some of the elder carried the younger ones. Though Edilon carried the smallest of them all within his arm and within the crook of his wings like a cradle. Through it all, the girl child seemed to have known where she wished to go, for it was she that had brought them to this untouched land. The war had not reached this far, the people were not displaced or lost in battle.
As a group they came before a large stone house, and Edilon bore witness to a reunion that made him feel strange at heart. Two elders, so old their colors had clearly faded from age, rushed to the girl child. Great granparents he had the feeling. Edilon set the littest ones down upon the ground and withdrew. His gaze laid heavy upon the scene as the elders opened their homes and brought all the ones who had made the trip with him inside.
Edilon supposed that, at the time, the change he was truely there to witness may have been his own? Never had he taken a direct hand in the paths of others. he had always assumed it was his dusty to simply watch, yet never interfere. Now though he had touched, and in turn been touched himself. It was at this point that he had begun to wonder just how much more of the world was he allowed to take part in?
All these thoughts flickered through Edilon's head as he pressed open the glass bay doors of the balcony. Just as he could choose to be unseen to the mortals around him, no opening would ever stay locked against his passing. Edilon stepped into the room and glanced towards a large plush bed sitting in the center of the wall. He approached it, then knelt so he could look upon the gray and wrinkled face of the female that rested within. One of his hands lifted to brush his bangs from his face, revealing only empty black sockets where eyes should have been. next he reached his hand out, and ever so gently wrapped his fingers around the old ladies own. her eyes fluttered, and blind milky white eyes peered up at the ceiling. 'Is it you?" her voice was as thin as paper, a faint whisper in the darkness. Though he was sure she could not see him when he nodded his head, she still smiled.
Her fingers tightened for a moment around his hold. Her eyes closed again and she exhaled a long slow breath. Edilon lifted his other hand and placed his palm over his empty eyes. Here laid she. The first that reached for him not in fear of what they could not change. Yet in hope for how he could offer her change. Here laid she, who opened his mind to the possibility that there could be more to his life then a solitary walk, filled with fear, hatred, loathing, and sorrow. Here laid she, who accepted the next stange of her life, by ways of ending it. With a smile upon her lips.
A tear rolled down each of his dark green cheeks while Edilon sat and mourned the girl childs passing. She had lived far longer then any of the others. She had lived far longer then any mare ever could have hoped. She had married in love. Raised her own children in love. Edilon had seen this and felt in some small way that these were the results of his own actions. So here he sat. Just for one night, and was her vigillent guardian until the sun would rise and bring her family to her bedside to mourn in their turn. Then...he would return to his task, and carry with him the memories this precious one had shared with him.
Yousei Akki · Thu Dec 13, 2012 @ 12:24am · 0 Comments |
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