#hybridians

[anzelwolveine]

Envy Those We Cannot Be

This is the first piece of fiction from the Alliroe/Hybridian universe, the last post I made was the second one. --- Her eyes flickered past the trees, the cold ambiance, the chill of the evening fog. Golden eyes watches her.

"What're you thinking about now, Tazz?" She let her vision drop to the grass nearby, leaning her back against the rough bark of the oak tree.

"Oh, you know...choices, lives...those silly little things all those girls get to choose, but we get handed to us, like it or not. Thanks for that, by the way."

A half-smirk, "You're welcome."

She scrunched her face up, "I was being sarcastic."

A huff of breath, "No, really? I had no idea! Not with all the long walks you take in the dead of night to 'clear your head,' ESPECIALLY on the nights when our dimension's drifting perilously close."

"I am allowed to dream, Rakia."

"Tazzia, you dream too much. You need to make something of yourself." She looked upon him. One moment, she saw him as he was; an elegant lion with a burning-wheat mane. Another, she could see the costumed wear of his Hybridian form, flame designs dancing up legs, a mere vest to protect him from the cold. The eyes stayed the same, though. Intelligent, commanding, uncompromising. And, perhaps, a bit childish.

She reached a paw forward, fingertips melding with fur and claw as they twisted between the realities of Aloe and the Village of Lir. She could see the girls talking, in their slightly-askew time. She envied them, all they were, all they could be. They could be human...and not a beast, not like her.

"Tazz, seriously. Snap out of it or I'll take the pebble away."

That made her twitch, "You'll WHAT?"

"You heard me. It's doing nothing but make you dream and waste away, you can't live in Aloe, it's not ours."

"But nor is Lir. I don't belong to either."

He growled in his throat, "You belong here just as Kuma does, you're stable here," his shoulders fell, and he slumped to the ground, looking away, "I don't want to lose you again, Tazzia. You know that."

She whined, cringing tight, "I..."

"I've got to go now, keep safe."

And he was gone. Tazzia fell to the ground, rolling onto her side. She could only feel the dirt through her thick coat. How she missed skin.

"Rakia...at least admit to me that you want to go back, too...give me that much..."

She was always asking too much.

But she had to try.

[anzelwolveine]

On the rocks.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tone uncertain. “No, I’m not,” she said as she shook her head, staring silently at the stones. Water dripped from the canopy of the woods, spare drops from a passing storm that left the sky a dismal grey. The day was ending, it was that point where your eyes have trouble adjusting to the grey-on-grey of stone, wet, and water. Puddles in concave rocks, the burble of a soft stream, and a raptor-girl sitting at the edge of a broken piece of the earth. A shattered stone that could never be moved, but would be slowly worn away. She felt the foreign feel of water drifting over the feathered end of her tail, but it merely stirred her. She still lay in the dark cloud, overwhelmed and broken. Kuma looked at her with empathy, eyes shining as the stream flashed water this way and that. “What is it now?” “What is it ever?” She spoke fluently, cutting off his words like a sheet of rain. He watched her, looking for any loss of control, but could sense none. This storm was its own, she was not speaking to it. But it cradled her anyways, in ways that he could not. “You will not be forgotten...” Gentler eyes could not have been made, but it had no effect on the greying-girl. “If the Weaver had thought us of import, perhaps. But we are the rejects, the loose threads...” “And Rakia speaks for himself,” he said, practically spitting his name, “you heard Aetha, too. No one knows...not even him.” “I’ll wake up soon. And I won’t remember this again. I have so little time left before my meaning will eternally be lost...” “It won’t be...” “Shut up, Kuma,” she growled, eyes turned a frozen gold. The look was shared for a moment, the sound of the overstayed rain on the sodden leaves almost rhythmic. He looked at her one last time, before he sighed. His eyes had been growing heavy, and he knew he had to rest soon. In truth, he envied Nakyr; if she was right, then she still had a chance to exist. He lost his years ago. He wanted to reach out to her, but knew better. She did not trust him. She could not love him. And it ached him. He sighed emptily, “Good night, my dear. May tomorrow find you well.” “If tomorrow comes at all...” For in her mind, what point was there when no one would remember your name...not even yourself.