(MPC 62B) Those Twinkling Stars
May 5, 2019 6:19:16 GMT
Post by Ophelia on May 5, 2019 6:19:16 GMT
Doing MPC 62B: Scattered Worlds for this one - I'd like Bits, please!
The cold.
It was harsh, it was biting; it ripped and tore at those who were unprepared, those who didn't know any better - not that there were many like that in this world. If you did not pay the cold the respect it deserves, if you weren't careful where you stepped, where you tread - death was quick to follow. This was a world of snow and ice, a little fragment of the shattered world. And this little fragment was, well... It was all Ophelia ever knew, as a child. And even now, it's all she's ever known.
She remembered when she was little, sharing a den with her parents, her siblings - how her father would talk of a time from before her birth, of when the world was whole. Of when people could come and go as they pleased from the mountain, of when the little distant twinkling stars of other worlds were not-so-distant... She wasn't sure what happened, to shatter the worlds as it did - to cut the mountains off from everywhere else - and Father never did speak of it, though... It didn't take much for her to figure that it wasn't a pretty story.
For a time, when she was younger, she'd sometimes find herself staring out at the sky, when it was clear of any clouds or fog; of peering out to the distant bright stars that were those distant worlds. She wasn't sure what she hoped for then, as a child; did she hope to one day bridge the gap? To see these worlds for herself? Father had a feeling that only someone with wings could ever truly overcome the gaps that stretched between the worlds - and perhaps, then, she hoped for the wings to visit these worlds. These worlds that she'd always ask father questions of, that she'd always hear tales of from him - from a time before the worlds shattered. But now...
... It was all but a distant fairy tale to her now, she felt deep down. And she had long since outgrown those fairy tales, she liked to - tried to - believe. She had long since grown past that yearning for the worlds beyond these mountains she called home, long since grown past the idea that she'd ever be able to travel to those worlds beyond the mountains. Ophelia had grown up with her family - had grown up alongside her siblings, and they'd all left their mother's territory to find territories and dens of their own long ago. Sure, Ophelia was free to visit their territories - Cassie's own territory was right next to hers, in fact; her sister could never quite give up family so easily. But even then, she tended to stick to her own, these days. Tended to focus more on her own territory, on making sure that she had a full belly and a place to sleep thru the night.
Being a lone huntress was tough, Ophelia had learned quickly; she only had herself to rely upon, she didn't have siblings or parents to back her up if the going's rough. But there was also something... Liberating, about it all, she supposed. She hunted when she wished. She patrolled when she wished. 'Course, she couldn't slack on either - she needed to eat to survive, and she needed to keep her territory safe - but she was able to choose her own schedule, and choose how she wanted to handle patrolling or hunting. Her parents weren't the ones dictating the schedule - though that wasn't to say that she disliked it. She just never knew how it felt to choose one's own schedule, until now - how it felt to be able to choose to wait a little longer before waking up, or to want to patrol or hunt in the middle of the night, if she really wanted.
It was a little lonely though, she did have to admit; even if she liked the independence, even if she tended to keep to herself. There were sometimes days where she missed the familiar smell of family in the den - missed being able to snuggle up to one of her siblings or her parents. Friends were hard to come by, in these mountains - most digimon were more focused on raising their own families, or defending their territories; a stranger like her treading too close could be seen as a threat. Thus, it was moments like these, that she'd go seeking out Cassie - or more often, that Cassie would seek her out. The two of them would often spend the rest of the day day sharing each others' company, sharing responsibilities for their respective territories, before parting in the morning to their own territories.
But during a good day, there was nothing quite like treading thru the mountainside on her own - feeling the wind in her mane, in feeling her blood pumping in the occasions where she has to fight off a rival digimon. Combat was exciting, it made her feel powerful - and even when she had to leave to lick her wounds, she knew deep down, that every fight made her stronger - win or lose - and that it was only a matter of time before she'd get back at those that beat her. And that the reverse was true as well, that other rival digimon were always getting stronger as well. There was a certain mutual respect, in that sense, amongst other wild digimon - even when she was fighting others over territory or resources - and she liked that, even if having to lick her wounds after a nasty fight tended to be irritating.
Though, in the end, all of this seemed to be what much of her life has amounted to - hunting, patrolling, fighting, and occasionally spending time with her sister... Certainly, she could try to start a family of her own - to find someone to court, or to have someone court her, but no one has really caught her attention thus far.
As mentioned before though, she tended to try to regard the tales of the worlds beyond as fairy tales, as something she'll never see for herself...
... but sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder, peering out to those bright, dazzling stars in the distant night sky.
What if she could, one day, visit one of those worlds out there...?
The cold.
It was harsh, it was biting; it ripped and tore at those who were unprepared, those who didn't know any better - not that there were many like that in this world. If you did not pay the cold the respect it deserves, if you weren't careful where you stepped, where you tread - death was quick to follow. This was a world of snow and ice, a little fragment of the shattered world. And this little fragment was, well... It was all Ophelia ever knew, as a child. And even now, it's all she's ever known.
She remembered when she was little, sharing a den with her parents, her siblings - how her father would talk of a time from before her birth, of when the world was whole. Of when people could come and go as they pleased from the mountain, of when the little distant twinkling stars of other worlds were not-so-distant... She wasn't sure what happened, to shatter the worlds as it did - to cut the mountains off from everywhere else - and Father never did speak of it, though... It didn't take much for her to figure that it wasn't a pretty story.
For a time, when she was younger, she'd sometimes find herself staring out at the sky, when it was clear of any clouds or fog; of peering out to the distant bright stars that were those distant worlds. She wasn't sure what she hoped for then, as a child; did she hope to one day bridge the gap? To see these worlds for herself? Father had a feeling that only someone with wings could ever truly overcome the gaps that stretched between the worlds - and perhaps, then, she hoped for the wings to visit these worlds. These worlds that she'd always ask father questions of, that she'd always hear tales of from him - from a time before the worlds shattered. But now...
... It was all but a distant fairy tale to her now, she felt deep down. And she had long since outgrown those fairy tales, she liked to - tried to - believe. She had long since grown past that yearning for the worlds beyond these mountains she called home, long since grown past the idea that she'd ever be able to travel to those worlds beyond the mountains. Ophelia had grown up with her family - had grown up alongside her siblings, and they'd all left their mother's territory to find territories and dens of their own long ago. Sure, Ophelia was free to visit their territories - Cassie's own territory was right next to hers, in fact; her sister could never quite give up family so easily. But even then, she tended to stick to her own, these days. Tended to focus more on her own territory, on making sure that she had a full belly and a place to sleep thru the night.
Being a lone huntress was tough, Ophelia had learned quickly; she only had herself to rely upon, she didn't have siblings or parents to back her up if the going's rough. But there was also something... Liberating, about it all, she supposed. She hunted when she wished. She patrolled when she wished. 'Course, she couldn't slack on either - she needed to eat to survive, and she needed to keep her territory safe - but she was able to choose her own schedule, and choose how she wanted to handle patrolling or hunting. Her parents weren't the ones dictating the schedule - though that wasn't to say that she disliked it. She just never knew how it felt to choose one's own schedule, until now - how it felt to be able to choose to wait a little longer before waking up, or to want to patrol or hunt in the middle of the night, if she really wanted.
It was a little lonely though, she did have to admit; even if she liked the independence, even if she tended to keep to herself. There were sometimes days where she missed the familiar smell of family in the den - missed being able to snuggle up to one of her siblings or her parents. Friends were hard to come by, in these mountains - most digimon were more focused on raising their own families, or defending their territories; a stranger like her treading too close could be seen as a threat. Thus, it was moments like these, that she'd go seeking out Cassie - or more often, that Cassie would seek her out. The two of them would often spend the rest of the day day sharing each others' company, sharing responsibilities for their respective territories, before parting in the morning to their own territories.
But during a good day, there was nothing quite like treading thru the mountainside on her own - feeling the wind in her mane, in feeling her blood pumping in the occasions where she has to fight off a rival digimon. Combat was exciting, it made her feel powerful - and even when she had to leave to lick her wounds, she knew deep down, that every fight made her stronger - win or lose - and that it was only a matter of time before she'd get back at those that beat her. And that the reverse was true as well, that other rival digimon were always getting stronger as well. There was a certain mutual respect, in that sense, amongst other wild digimon - even when she was fighting others over territory or resources - and she liked that, even if having to lick her wounds after a nasty fight tended to be irritating.
Though, in the end, all of this seemed to be what much of her life has amounted to - hunting, patrolling, fighting, and occasionally spending time with her sister... Certainly, she could try to start a family of her own - to find someone to court, or to have someone court her, but no one has really caught her attention thus far.
As mentioned before though, she tended to try to regard the tales of the worlds beyond as fairy tales, as something she'll never see for herself...
... but sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder, peering out to those bright, dazzling stars in the distant night sky.
What if she could, one day, visit one of those worlds out there...?
