Ribbon Dance
Nov. 25th, 2008 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenI can remember, during my first Fire Festival with the horde, running around the Ribbon Pole with a human who had come to Thunder Bluff not to kill, but to touch the flame. We ran in different directions, passing again and again as we circled around, should be enemies tethered to each other by the ribbons.
I knew the Fire Festival was a celebration of life, but it never occurred to me that the Ribbon Pole was a mirror of it.
Three times I’ve seen the Scourge strike out at this land. The first is best left in the past. The second I fought alongside friends. The third I just... watched. The worst I’ve seen since the first and I hid with the merchants, as helpless as if I’d never taken up staff and armour to fight back.
I was just so tired of it all. Around and around, again and again.
I think I understand now why my friends had to all but disappear. If you want to stop, find your peace, you can’t even have the contact of a letter. The moment you invite it back, the need to be out, to go, to try, it overwhelms everything else, even the little voice asking you what you’re doing and didn’t you quit?
I did, but I guess it didn’t take. I found myself back at Light’s Hope, and don’t I wish they’d succeed in burning that place to the ground. But it still stands, the starting point of my circle, always.
Around and around and around.
Sometimes I think I’ll never be free of those lands. That when I’m finally allowed to die it will be on the wilted grass and breathing my last of poisoned air. It would be fitting, I suppose.
I can’t remember why I went to Andorhaul. Practise, I suppose. Familiar targets, familiar place, get back into the swing of things. So much easier after fighting in the harsher territories of the Outland. The bodies piled up interchangeably, until his.
Around and around.
This wasn’t how I expected to react. Although, I’m not really sure what I expected, but not this. I can’t figure out what my problem is. If it was killing then I wouldn’t be able to leave the cities after all, now would I? But I still can’t do it, no more than I could burn his helpless body before.
I could feel it, though. The circle coming around as I started into that face and wondered what the hell I was going to do now.
I hope this isn’t a mistake.
But something has to free us from the ribbon, and death hasn’t worked so far.
I knew the Fire Festival was a celebration of life, but it never occurred to me that the Ribbon Pole was a mirror of it.
Three times I’ve seen the Scourge strike out at this land. The first is best left in the past. The second I fought alongside friends. The third I just... watched. The worst I’ve seen since the first and I hid with the merchants, as helpless as if I’d never taken up staff and armour to fight back.
I was just so tired of it all. Around and around, again and again.
I think I understand now why my friends had to all but disappear. If you want to stop, find your peace, you can’t even have the contact of a letter. The moment you invite it back, the need to be out, to go, to try, it overwhelms everything else, even the little voice asking you what you’re doing and didn’t you quit?
I did, but I guess it didn’t take. I found myself back at Light’s Hope, and don’t I wish they’d succeed in burning that place to the ground. But it still stands, the starting point of my circle, always.
Around and around and around.
Sometimes I think I’ll never be free of those lands. That when I’m finally allowed to die it will be on the wilted grass and breathing my last of poisoned air. It would be fitting, I suppose.
I can’t remember why I went to Andorhaul. Practise, I suppose. Familiar targets, familiar place, get back into the swing of things. So much easier after fighting in the harsher territories of the Outland. The bodies piled up interchangeably, until his.
Around and around.
This wasn’t how I expected to react. Although, I’m not really sure what I expected, but not this. I can’t figure out what my problem is. If it was killing then I wouldn’t be able to leave the cities after all, now would I? But I still can’t do it, no more than I could burn his helpless body before.
I could feel it, though. The circle coming around as I started into that face and wondered what the hell I was going to do now.
I hope this isn’t a mistake.
But something has to free us from the ribbon, and death hasn’t worked so far.