MPC 50A: GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY
May 1, 2018 16:34:18 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 16:34:18 GMT
What was it that had started her on this path?
What was it that had pushed her, pulled her away from everything she had ever known and only furthered her desire to do what she needed to? What was it that brought her to her knees in rage and hatred?
It was seeing that places warped beyond belief, wracked by flames she never got to see and people that she never learned about. It was a crushing weight that she had dealt with for what felt like years but it only took a simple few months for her to sort it out.
But she had to think about what she had there, what she had lost there and who she had found along the way. Her servers, her lead chef, her home and the family she had managed to build there. Well not so much a family like in the stereotypical sense but it was a family none the less.
The renamon found herself swirling some wine in a glass, staring idly out at the sun rise as she continued to mull about the single event that really and truly had started her on her journey.
Sure her entry to the human world, dancing the merry tune of fleshlings and learning their culture was big. But it never would of happened had she not left, had she not deigned to allow herself a break. The first time leaving her inn since she could remember.
She'd lean back, rubbing her muzzle softly and taking a soft drink of the wine. She could feel it gently burn along her tongue and the back of her throat; it tasted something close to what she partook often back when she ran the inn. It was a sublime and subtle taste something that she often desired for herself when she was 'younger'.
"I suppose the ash is the part I'll never forget. Or that single menu that survived."
The digimon let out a soft but hearty chuckle at the idea of one menu of hers somehow managing to get through what must of been quite a might inferno. The rest of them had been charred and slagged beyond operation. She hadn't been able to even recover anything from them.
Could she really call this a celebration?
The renamon shook her head slowly and found herself leaning forward, her cape shifting slightly to fall around the side of her chair. She'd sigh and take another sip of that lovely wine, gently setting the glass down after she had finished.
"But the ash cleared eventually didn't it? I shouldn't dwell on something like this but it was such a powerful moment for me."
The renamon wasn't really talking to anyone in particular but it certainly was something that made her feel a little better. Perhaps it was because she didn't really know how to share this with others anymore. She wasn't saddened by the loss of her in, she had mourned it and coveted the return of it for long enough already. Now it was one of those sort of 'greener pasture' moments that she had lived in for such a long time.
She'd grip her legs and stare at the sun as it continued to rise, the renamon enjoying the warmth that the 'orb' provided for not only her but those in the city of whitewater as well. This place had accepted her without much in the way of struggles; they didn't know the danger she could truly pose did they? Did they even care? Did she have a family like she had back when she ran the Inn?
No I have something more...
There was a soft but pleased sigh as she ran a single digit across her muzzle. She had found love because of the inn, she had found someone that cared and people that wished her well. People she could fight along side of, fight for and fight to protect. She couldn't even describe how that felt. A single loss had turned into something completely different. Something that she hadn't expected it to.
Some days you lose more, some days you gain more. But in the end, it's not what is lost that matters. But what's left and what you can gain.
The renamon found herself chuckling at the thought. Something that could of easily been the last touching thoughts turned her towards the rest of the wine bottle. Because of the inn she had found several other things that she didn't expect either.
Her keys.
Her devotion, her pain, her hatred, her desire, her power. She found hundreds of things that she couldn't of thought about if she was still within the comfy confines of that place. The renamon looked at the bottle and turned it over a few times mulling to herself. She found her drive from the inn leaving her care; she found her way to protect those that she cared about because of it.
It had been painful that was true, but what would she of done differently? What could she of done differently if she had been there? The answer in the end would of been vastly different; it wasn't something she needed to lament on either. It was just something that she had to accept and grow with. The renamon slowly stood as the sun was easily passed overhead. Time was something she had a limited grasp on now; she always had coveted it so much when she was in that place. She always counted the hours, minutes and seconds there didn't she? It made the days last for her, it made the days bleed for her.
It made her something else that could easily lose itself to the simple leves of time and it was something she realized was painfully abhorrent. The renamon shifted and turned her head, blinking slightly as the sun was now behind her. How did she lose herself? Had she ever really found herself from that? Or was her journey just steps of suffering and pain?
The cold crisp air of night was the first thing she noticed, the second was the smell of spoiled wine. She'd set the bottle on the table next to the glass and sigh softly. She'd turn slowly to look at the moon as it crept to chase after it's 'sibling'. What did she have to do to make the suffering of those around her stop? She had gotten to the point where her suffering didn't matter to her anymore, she'd bleed herself dry if she needed to to save the ones she loved and cared about. She would clench her hands into fists and let out another sigh before uttering two words. She was never one for religion, she never had believed in the sovereigns, the demon lords or knights when she was younger. So she didn't know really who she was addressing but perhaps they'd hear her all the same...
"Thank you."
Bits please!
What was it that had pushed her, pulled her away from everything she had ever known and only furthered her desire to do what she needed to? What was it that brought her to her knees in rage and hatred?
It was seeing that places warped beyond belief, wracked by flames she never got to see and people that she never learned about. It was a crushing weight that she had dealt with for what felt like years but it only took a simple few months for her to sort it out.
But she had to think about what she had there, what she had lost there and who she had found along the way. Her servers, her lead chef, her home and the family she had managed to build there. Well not so much a family like in the stereotypical sense but it was a family none the less.
The renamon found herself swirling some wine in a glass, staring idly out at the sun rise as she continued to mull about the single event that really and truly had started her on her journey.
Sure her entry to the human world, dancing the merry tune of fleshlings and learning their culture was big. But it never would of happened had she not left, had she not deigned to allow herself a break. The first time leaving her inn since she could remember.
She'd lean back, rubbing her muzzle softly and taking a soft drink of the wine. She could feel it gently burn along her tongue and the back of her throat; it tasted something close to what she partook often back when she ran the inn. It was a sublime and subtle taste something that she often desired for herself when she was 'younger'.
"I suppose the ash is the part I'll never forget. Or that single menu that survived."
The digimon let out a soft but hearty chuckle at the idea of one menu of hers somehow managing to get through what must of been quite a might inferno. The rest of them had been charred and slagged beyond operation. She hadn't been able to even recover anything from them.
Could she really call this a celebration?
The renamon shook her head slowly and found herself leaning forward, her cape shifting slightly to fall around the side of her chair. She'd sigh and take another sip of that lovely wine, gently setting the glass down after she had finished.
"But the ash cleared eventually didn't it? I shouldn't dwell on something like this but it was such a powerful moment for me."
The renamon wasn't really talking to anyone in particular but it certainly was something that made her feel a little better. Perhaps it was because she didn't really know how to share this with others anymore. She wasn't saddened by the loss of her in, she had mourned it and coveted the return of it for long enough already. Now it was one of those sort of 'greener pasture' moments that she had lived in for such a long time.
She'd grip her legs and stare at the sun as it continued to rise, the renamon enjoying the warmth that the 'orb' provided for not only her but those in the city of whitewater as well. This place had accepted her without much in the way of struggles; they didn't know the danger she could truly pose did they? Did they even care? Did she have a family like she had back when she ran the Inn?
No I have something more...
There was a soft but pleased sigh as she ran a single digit across her muzzle. She had found love because of the inn, she had found someone that cared and people that wished her well. People she could fight along side of, fight for and fight to protect. She couldn't even describe how that felt. A single loss had turned into something completely different. Something that she hadn't expected it to.
Some days you lose more, some days you gain more. But in the end, it's not what is lost that matters. But what's left and what you can gain.
The renamon found herself chuckling at the thought. Something that could of easily been the last touching thoughts turned her towards the rest of the wine bottle. Because of the inn she had found several other things that she didn't expect either.
Her keys.
Her devotion, her pain, her hatred, her desire, her power. She found hundreds of things that she couldn't of thought about if she was still within the comfy confines of that place. The renamon looked at the bottle and turned it over a few times mulling to herself. She found her drive from the inn leaving her care; she found her way to protect those that she cared about because of it.
It had been painful that was true, but what would she of done differently? What could she of done differently if she had been there? The answer in the end would of been vastly different; it wasn't something she needed to lament on either. It was just something that she had to accept and grow with. The renamon slowly stood as the sun was easily passed overhead. Time was something she had a limited grasp on now; she always had coveted it so much when she was in that place. She always counted the hours, minutes and seconds there didn't she? It made the days last for her, it made the days bleed for her.
It made her something else that could easily lose itself to the simple leves of time and it was something she realized was painfully abhorrent. The renamon shifted and turned her head, blinking slightly as the sun was now behind her. How did she lose herself? Had she ever really found herself from that? Or was her journey just steps of suffering and pain?
The cold crisp air of night was the first thing she noticed, the second was the smell of spoiled wine. She'd set the bottle on the table next to the glass and sigh softly. She'd turn slowly to look at the moon as it crept to chase after it's 'sibling'. What did she have to do to make the suffering of those around her stop? She had gotten to the point where her suffering didn't matter to her anymore, she'd bleed herself dry if she needed to to save the ones she loved and cared about. She would clench her hands into fists and let out another sigh before uttering two words. She was never one for religion, she never had believed in the sovereigns, the demon lords or knights when she was younger. So she didn't know really who she was addressing but perhaps they'd hear her all the same...
"Thank you."
Bits please!
