#cynirio

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GO MY TDC YAP

quir is a freak in the bedroom despite being a silly little goober any other time. love them.

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okay but hear me out, cynirio except cyni fucking dies because of affliction and quir gets the version that doesn’t kill you but makes your existence fucking miserable.

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Cynikai and Quir being a stage duo while performing because it’s one of the few things that makes Cyni genuinely happy.

They love singing. They just can’t do it much bc of their position and. Yk. Everything going on w/ warbler & drahemos.

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some old OC writings

1 Cyni was twitching in their sleep. They did that, most nights. Haunted by fragments of a past they cannot remember.

They let out a gasp, but didn’t stir.

She felt sorry for them. She didn’t want to, she knew that they hated everyone’s pity.

She pulled them closer anyways.

Their fur was cold, the scales on their muzzle felt like ice against Quirio’s chest. She didn’t mind, though.

Well, maybe she did. She didn’t voice it though.

She didn’t know exactly what had happened in the millennia they were separated. She just knew it wasn’t good. 

Cyni had never been open about it, and she didn’t ask; more out of fear for what their reaction would be. If it was bad enough for this to happen.. then Drahekaryx knows what occurred.

She pushed these thoughts from her mind and rolled over, pretending to sleep, her back pressed against Cyni’s.

Just… a little more. To make sure she’s okay…

—-

Cynikai was running. They had to get away. They had to run—

…they tripped, everything faded into nothingness.

They took in air with a gasp. They were in.. someone’s arms..? And they had another headache. Great.

They didn’t dare open their eyes to see, lest they find themselves in… No, better to push that possibility to the side.

They inhaled Quir’s familiar scent. It was sweet.. hard to believe they hated it once. Like flowers after a long-needed rain..

They hated it. Not her smell, moreso the need to weave their paws in and out of their covers.

———

2 — sinking

Sinking.

“Beyond the clouds, a spirit weeps

Crying for the ones they keep 

When the darkness meets the light 

Will it finally rise to fight?”

—

“Under the mountain a fire burns

Freedom is the one it yearns

Watching the great gods’ fall

A roar never heard beneath the walls.”

—

Nothing.

An endless expanse of its own tainted soul.

The fire in its heart had died long ago. A spark quenched by His thirst.

Such is the consequence of being what never should have been.

Some call it a monster. Others a traitor.

It didn’t care.

Maybe it did in the past.

But she was gone now.

Because of Him.

Maybe…

Maybe it could have been different.

It doubted it.

There is no solace in solitude.

Many believe it true.

But it knows better than to believe the lies of the masses as it once did

It does not know how long it has been here

Drifting like a worthless piece of trash in the great oceans of Draheim.

A fitting end.

Except it wasn’t.

Immortality is a curse

Death does not come easily to those who seek it

Yet she comes on swift wings to those undeserving.

It wonders why

Ponders for centuries

It does not reach an answer

It never has

Maybe it once did

But all is silent.

It falls to the shadow for one last time

Never to see light again.

Two.

Falling.

It’s falling.

An experience familiar to it. It has fallen many times before this. 

And yet it is as disorienting as ever

A fire sparks within its heart

Smothered out without a thought 

There is no reason to continue fighting

It has given up long ago

It feels sick.

It does not want to move.

And yet it must

It must breathe

It must feel

Even though it no longer wishes to

Feeling.

It wonders why beings feel.

It brings nothing but hurt

And yet they still do it

It wonders why

There are no answers

It is alone 

The void is silent

As it has always been

It’s mind wanders

It can hear the joy of love

it can hear the pain of loss

It feels nothing anymore.

He took that ability 

And yet it remains

A fragment of who it once was

A shadow

Barely thought of

Wrongfully sealed here in His place.

And yet here it sits.

Alone.

In silence

Ever sinking into its own mind

And yet it must

It must carry on

For it knows nothing else

It shouldn’t be here.

And yet it is

It’s mind wanders in circles

It hears the joy of love

Loneliness.

It remembers its past

The things that brought it here

It does not want to

Those memories should be buried

But it does

Because it must

There is no other option.

It is trapped

It is stuck

For eternity.

—-

And here it lies beyond hope’s reach

A fallen sight that no one sees

And yet it senses one’s eyes upon it

It believes it is imagining it

One of His falsified ruses to give it hope

It has occurred many times.

And yet something feels so strangely.. real…

It does not know the line between reality and delusion anymore

It lost that useless ability years ago.

In a place where time bends to a will that does not belong to it

It lies alone.

At least it thinks.

The shadows stir

It does not move

It sees no point

It is the nothingness

The nothingness is it

And that is how it will be until the end of time

Or so it thinks.

Do not worry, my little bird.

Light shall cast its eye upon you soon…

3– unnamed

I know we’ll make it out of this. I believe in us. All of us. We don’t know how powerful he is, but not powerful enough to defeat all seven of us. In the meantime, until the blood moon, perhaps you would like to spend some time with me, alone? I said when we met I would never leave your side. Make this no different. - Quir

Empty words. Cynikai held the old and worn piece of paper in one of their talons. The ink had long since faded after the millennia that had passed since that day, but she remembered every word—thatday. Nearly 30,000 years ago.. so much has changed since then. They sighed before carefully folding the paper again and putting it back in the middle drawer of their desk.

Council meeting today. Not looking forward to that. Anaconda’s still upset about her voting being taken away after her stunt at the last meeting. They rose to their paws, grabbed their staff, and walked out of the room, leaving claw marks on the walls as she dragged her hands along them. A path she had walked thousands of times. Probably shouldn’t be as late as I was at the last meeting. Then again, spending any amount of time in a room with Anaconda and Copperhead is best avoided.

She walked past many portraits of themself, which hadn’t been their idea. She had long since torn the faces off of them. Their face didn’t deserve to be looked upon. She flicked their forked tongue out, trying to smell the stench of the council doors. Ah ha. There it is.

As she stepped through the far too extravagant doors, she was able to feel everyone’s eyes on them. She couldn’t see them; that ability had long since been deprived of them, but she felt all of their eyes on them. 

‘Fashionably late again, are we…?’ Anaconda hissed. Judging by the thumping noises on the floor, she was pretty angry. ‘For the eldest here.. you would think you would show more classss…’ Anaconda’s hiss was slippery and drenched in malice. “Well, I had things to attend to… Important things.” She snapped back. ‘Whatever you sssay.. Your Majessssty.’ A backhanded insult. Anaconda knew she hated being referred to as royalty, ever since she’d abdicated the throne in favor of a more practical solution. Cynikai bit her forked tongue to avoid lashing out and breaking her calm facade.

‘If we’re all done fighting, I think we should begin.’ Tallow’s soft and kind voice rang out. Cynikai sighed. “Very well. I suppose some of us need a distraction.” Anaconda glared at them. Perfect. That hit a spot. She took their seat at the head of the table, her seat for the past 500 or so years, ever since Mangrove retired, marking Tallow as his replacement. It wasn’t a bad choice. She was kind, soft spoken, a bit like.. like.. Quirio.. She shook their head a few times in rapid succession to avoid thinking about her. She’s dead and gone by now.

The voices in the meeting hall blurred together until she felt she was alone with their thoughts. You killed her. You know you did, how was she supposed to know you were alive? Maybe it should’ve been us instead. You’re such a disgrace, you know that, right? Shut up. She shakes her head to clear out the voice that had been plaguing her ever since she conquered the ancient evil, the day that had led to her death. The ultimate reprieve.. and yet it had not been. Here she was, sitting at the head of a table, covered in scars she tried so desperately to hide. Still able to think. Still able to move. Still unable to end their misery. The curse of immortality. Those who wish for it are foolish. She was one of those fools once. Yearning for power. Well, now, she would do anything to take back the price she had paid for that power. A price paid not in her own blood, but it might as well have been.

A price paid by the one being that hadn’t labeled them as a monster the moment she saw them. And now, that being was gone, reduced to ashes faster than a dragon on the hunt.

She felt many eyes upon them. She looked up. ‘By all the moons, avia, we were calling for you for the past 30 minutes or so. You.. look like.. well, like you’ve been mauled. Perhaps you would like to be dismissed?’ Copperhead was the one who had spoken. Cynikai glared at where his scent was coming from. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Just… thinking.” Their voice was rushed, hopefully they wouldn’t pick up on that. ‘Must be some heavy thinking, then. I knew you spaced out sometimes, but not that much.’ Tallow spoke that time. ‘Well, if that’s all, I think we can dismiss this council. Cyni?’ They blinked. “Yes, yes, that’s fine. Council dismissed.” 

Cynikai flopped onto their worn bed. She was exhausted, not even bothering to eat or drink before their eyelids closed, and the grey faded to true black.

Even the stars had stopped caring about them, the second she had fallen.

Even they were silent, leaving her in the sweet nothingness of sleep.

       2. Quirio.

Okay. Maybe we’ll make it out of this alive. I miss you, all this stress and preparation is making my pawpads itchy.. I wish things could go back to normal. How they were, just the two of us, no one else. I’ll see you at the half-moon. -Arc

Quirio sat next to a pond under the shade of a birch tree, making ripples in the water with her claw. Pointless. Not like it’ll change things. Not while I have to be stuck up here instead of looking for them. Everything’s pointless. Sure, it was pretty up here, but all that got boring after a few hundred years.. eternal paradise.. She scoffed. The only thing eternal was her loneliness. She had said she would never leave their side, but she had. not intentionally, but she had broken her word. Does that make me a traitor? If they were here, she would no doubt tease Quirio for overthinking again, a habit both of them shared. Quirio wondered if she was even still alive. Pointless delusions. Even if she was, why would she remember her at all? She exhaled before washing the blood off of her arms. The wounds will heal in time. No need for anyone to know. Not like it matters anyways. Nothing matters. “Alright. Another long, long day of listening to old people talk about who they hate. How fun..” She tried to shift her face to her usual optimistic, happy, and agonizingly naive facade. It’s easy to fake. They never notice. They haven’t in the near 30,000 years I’ve been here. Neverending eternity.. what a joke.

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VERE MAKES CYNIRIO CONTENT FINALLY RAHHHHHH

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I’m having fun with this new artfight thing.

my lesbians <3

Also mildly rebelling against staff rn. I will post my trans chars tyvm