Post by Rhapsody on May 14, 2011 17:12:57 GMT -5
Azami
[/font]_________________________________________________[/center][/size]Agony.
That was the only word for it. The intense physical pain she was in left her writhing, longing for the sweet relief of death. But as he had promised, death did not come. Her body ached, a deep seated, soul wrenching ache that jarred her bones. Every inch of her hide that his unearthly frame had touched felt as if it were burning. And it had for days. Was this her life now? Was she going to be left to burn for all eternity in a flameless fire? Azami was incredibly weak; in the week following her attack, she had been too weak to do much more than stand in silent suffering. Each step was like adding fuel to the fire, as if Acheron was willing that she should never be able to walk a single step without being reminded of him. And so it was. But worse than her physical pain were her memories. Never, in all her years, had she ever experienced such terror and pain. It was, far and beyond, the worst experience in her entire life. And the worst part of it? She was now carrying the bastard god's child. (She cringed at her own vulgar thoughts, hastily chastising herself mentally for her use of the word 'bastard' - after all, such rude thoughts were what had gotten her into this mess.)
Azami had not yet seen Boaz and truth be told, she was too ashamed and too weak with pain to seek him out. How could she tell him? How could she explain that she was to bear the foal of someone other than he, her leader? It was improper, and while Azami had rarely given a damn, she cared deeply about Boaz. And despite all of her confusion regarding him, it was only recently that she had realized that it was acceptable for her to feel that small yearning, that lustful longing for him. He was not her sire. He was her leader. And nature dictated that mares should seek to multiply, no? Well, she would multiply, in time. But not with Boaz's child. Her dark eyes shut tight as the memories flashed before her again and she felt a stabbing pain up and down her spine. Her legs trembled and the mare very nearly collapsed as the invisible flames that only she could feel seemed to devour her again. How could she endure months of this? A distressed cry fell from her lips as the mare finally collapsed into the sands of the beach, her whole body shaking with the feeling of being ripped apart by the flames. Why? Why couldn't she have been spared? Why couldn't it have been Boaz and not Acheron that had done this to her? At least then she would not have felt the heavy weight of her own guilt drowning her in sorrow.
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