FV| Sunfire Fields
,In the heart of Valhalla, where the intricate dance between madness and order shapes the very fabric of existence, there lies a sunflower field bathed in the warm hues of autumn. The sunflowers, proud sentinels of the beautiful haven, reach for the skies with an almost celestial yearning. As the golden petals stretch towards the heavens, they form a mesmerizing sea of vibrant yellows and oranges that sway in the gentle embrace of the autumn breeze. The sunflower heads, heavy with the weight of their plethora of seeds, nod gracefully, casting an intricate pattern of light and shadows on the ground below. The air itself seemed to be imbued with the sweet, earthy scent of the sunflowers, a fragrance that weaves through the atmosphere like an invisible ribbon, intoxicating all who venture into this sacred realm. The aroma was a delicate mixture of honeyed nectar and the rich, fertile soil from which the majestic blooms emerged, creating a palette of smells that lingered in the nostrils and seeped into the very soul of the beholder. There were a ranging height of sunflowers, some standing taller than the largest titans, while others lingered just above the shoulder, their soft petals brushing against those who walked through the field. It was a most beautiful place, tended to by Saga herself. Hints of her scent lingered in the air, telling everyone that she was busy somewhere nearby, most likely gathering up some sunflowers herself. Amidst the towering sunflowers, a silver Felvarg stalked through the field, her pawsteps falling heavy on the leaf littered earth. Her purple eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, a reflection of the madness that coursed through her veins. Her black eye markings only accentuated her gaze, the scars on her form a silent testament that her bite was as bad as her bark. She carried the weight of a broken heart, a heart that refuses to be mended, much preferring the solace of anger over the vulnerability of trust. Mercy’s presence cast shadows across the otherwise brightly lit sunflower field, a heavy weight sharply contrasting her vibrant surroundings. She was a creature of the night, a reflection of desire, bloodlust, pain and suffering. Her twisted views of the world made her untrusting at least, and her manipulative nature kept others at arm’s length, just where they should be. And yet, beneath the layers of darkness, a fragment of something vulnerable and broken lingers. A sigh blew out of her maw as she looked at the sunflowers, wondering just why she had answered the call to help in gathering sunflowers. She could smell Saga in the air, but hoped not to run into the alphess. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her - it was that she didn’t want to have any feelings for the pinto marked female. And yet here she was, despite everything. In quite the opposite of Mercy’s heavy movements, Thea makes her entrance in a much more regal grace. Her coat of swirling purples and pinks looked like a sunset walking through the sunflowers, while her right side of mostly white looked like a blanket of fresh snow. The titan’s approach was marked not only by her physical grace, but also by the subtle shift in the atmosphere. The air seemed to respond to her presence, carrying a faint trace of lavender and lilac as she drew near to the silver Felvarg. Her two-toned gaze, a fusion of determination and gentle curiosity, fixed upon Mercy as she wove through the golden sea of sunflowers. “Mercy,” Thea’s voice, like a soothing melody, cut through the rustling leaves. It was calm and composed, a most apparent contrast to the chaos that was the silver Felvarg. “It’s been awhile. Valhalla’s autumn is as breathtaking as ever, is it not?” She asked, her chin tipping upwards as she fixed her gentle gaze on the Silver Serpent. Mercy’s shoulders stiffened at the sound of another’s voice, her hackles raising as she spun around to face the titan. Her lips twitched as she fought back a snarl, her tail lashing behind her like that of an angered cat. “Thea,” she responded, the name running off her tongue like a cold breath in the warm air. “I am not here for pleasantries. Just help me harvest these sunflowers if you intend to stay, I have no intentions to pass the time with idle chatter,” she spat, turning around to stomp away towards a particularly large sunflower. Of all Felvargs that had to show up, of course it had to be Amalthea. It didn’t seem to matter how aggressive her words were, the massive female just didn’t want to leave her alone. Grumbling under her breath, she tried to focus on her work so she could just go home. The star-marked female nodded her head, her gaze studying Mercy’s scarred form. It was clear that she was trying to get rid of her, but there was something about this silver lass that called to her. She wasn’t sure if it was the challenge of breaking down her walls to find what lay underneath, or the fact that they seemed to walk the same path of suffering. Thea knew all too well what it seemed that Mercy was feeling, or at least she believed as much. “Of course, we are here to harvest after all,” she began, taking a few measured steps towards the other. “Though, a bit of conversation never hurt anyone. How have you been?” she asked, trying to keep her tone as casual as she could. Pretending to paw at a sunflower at her side, she kept her measured gaze on the other, watching her reaction to her words.A scoff escaped Mercy’s inky lips, a bitter sound that cut through the tranquility of the sunflower field. “Surviving,” she spat, her shoulders growing stiff as they rose towards her head. “What does it matter to you, anyway? Just do your part and let’s be done with it,” Mercy said with a hiss, busying her paws at digging out the roots of her chosen sunflower. Her words were sharp and laced with a bitter poison, hoping to chase away the annoyance that was starting to become Thea. Why the hell did she keep prodding at her, when she had made it more than clear that she didn’t want to be irritated? Her heart was particularly shattered, she didn’t need someone trying to work their way into her inner circle. That didn’t exist anymore, it only served to further damage her very soul. Thea’s gaze, however, didn’t waver. She started to pluck some sunflowers with careful precision, eyes always wandering back to the Silver Serpent. “I’ve always believed in finding common ground, even in the darkest places. We’re all connected, whether we like it or not,” she said softly, twirling a single paw in the air to further punctuate her words. There had to be a trigger point in there somewhere, something that she could hit that would make Mercy bloom as wide as the sunflowers that grew around them. Silence hung in the air for a moment, broken only by the rustling of sunflower petals. Mercy’s now dirt covered paws had come to rest, her whole body stiff after the titan’s words. Then, seeming to unfreeze, she cast her purple eyes over her shoulder to peer at Thea, her eyes softening imperceptibly with a fleeting moment of vulnerability. “You’re a damned fool, Thea. Finding common ground won’t save you from the darkness that lurks within,” she said, her voice taking on a softer note before. A silent statement seemed to linger in the air, Mercy’s chin tipping up ever so slightly. She knew from experience, the unspoken words sitting heavily between the two of them.Meeting Mercy’s gaze with a steady determination, a small smile graced Thea’s lips. She was getting there, she could feel it. “Perhaps not,” she started, moving to pull another sunflower up from the earth. “But facing it together might. We all have our struggles, our demons. Yours don’t scare me,” Both paused, their eyes locking. Thea didn’t waiver for even a moment, daring Mercy to let that first crack form in her armor. Mercy’s jaws parted, only to snap closed again. Her face seemed to soften, if only a touch, before she spun on her heel and pulled the sunflower up. The scent of freshly disturbed soil permeated the area around them, giving the silver female a quick moment to recompose herself. Her heart seemed to skip a beat in her chest, though she ignored it. No one could get close to her, not again. Choosing to ignore Thea seemed the best option for now, no words able to come to mind in reply. The cold shoulder was far better, anyways. Chuckling under her breath, seeing that she had gotten to the silver one, Thea allowed the silence to fall between them. Once she had gathered what she wanted, she sat there and observed the backside of Mercy, those subtle twitches and movements telling her all that she needed to know. They were more similar than Mercy seemed to realize, something that could obviously be used to wiggle under those walls. Tucking that into the back of her mind, Thea looked up to the pristine blue sky above them, marred only by the sunflower petals that danced at the edges of her vision. One day, she would get there. Saga observed the two from a distance, sensing the complex dynamics at play within her field. The sunflowers, once reaching for the sky, now cradled the enigmatic due in their golden embrace. She could see Thea’s desire to understand the Silver Serpent, and Mercy’s unspoken acknowledgment of a connection between the two. A smile touched her features, knowing all too well how Mercy operated. If anyone could work their way into that fractured soul, it was Thea. Slipping back into the shadow of her sunflowers, she let the two be, silently wishing the ethereal titan all the luck in the world. She would need it. ,,, Sunfire prompt for myself and @kitsewn because I stole Thea again.Word Count: 1,676EXP for Mercy: +8 [Wc - 1676] +2 [Nc - MrsEvelyn #191] +1 [Evt] = +11 EXPEXP for Thea: +8 [Wc - 1676] +1 [Evt] +1 [Fh from ID#769 Mercy] +1 [Fame from ID#769 Mercy] = +11 EXPLink to import/ID#: ID#769 Mercy, the Silver SerpentLink to Tracker: Mercy, the Silver Serpent's TrackerActivity: Sunfire Link to import/ID#: ID#7121 AmaltheaLink to Tracker: Amalthea's TrackerActivity: Sunfire
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