Indica Prizemni {D1}
Dec 18, 2016 22:24:16 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Dec 18, 2016 22:24:16 GMT -5
Two Minds : One Soul
Indica
Prizemni
Emerald shimmers sifting through the lively leaves upon an iridescent breeze. Tinges of Autumn tint the endless sea of green reflecting in a matching set of green irises. Wind whips the three figures swinging like shadows through the treetops. A lark leaps from the leaves in response to a shudder sent shaking from their steps. Speed swiftly increases as silence spurs from their passage. A sudden stop, a shadow sails from its safety among the emerald sea. Cries christen the air as two remaining figures freeze.
Locks livid with the brown of tree trunks traverse through twisting fingers. The same set of green irises invade a mirror watching the work. A single signature braid slides down her back swimming along her spine. Freckles flake across her tanned skin accepting the brown braid which lays upon it. Her vibrant lips pucker as a shade of dangerously red lipstick lingers upon them from its stick. Several sudden shifts and shadows dark as the depth of night surround her enlightened eyes. Her immersive eyes trail to her clothes.
Ravishing red ripples across sleek gray as a simple track suit slims her slight figure. A hundred and twenty pounds precisely portrayed by a single suit, a hundred and twenty pounds of pure pristine muscle. A door opens sending shivering wind whipping through the room. An image identical to the girl in the mirror, only more unkempt, emerges from the empty space of the doorway. The newest twin's arrival is enhanced with her words excited and unsure, "Ready Indie?" Indica's eyes do not even dare to dart from the mirror as words sharp and simple seep from her rosy lips in the form of a response. "Am I ever ready when you are Sativa?" Her twin reclines in recession.
Day deteriorates to darkness as the emerald ocean of leaves engulfs the shivering shadows into its darkest depths. Sativa never cried yet tears still trickle from her eyes as sobs struggle from her lips. Inidca's mimic her twin's down to the very beat. Upon this lonely barricade above the dismal dismay of tragedy lying beneath the trees, Indica clings to their Mother's words to her. "You are strong, and strength cannot be strangled into submission." Yet here she sat, and here she sobbed in sorrowful submission. Her strength stolen.
From her place in the mirror, Indica's eyes trail from her mask of make up to Sativa sitting silently beside her. Patience was a gift given to Sativa formed from her plight of having indica as her twin. Where Indica was calm, cautious, and calculated Sativa was revengeful, rash, and rebellious. In training, tests seldom tipped in Sativa's favor over Indica's icy precision. Yet in the brute strength and demanding power Indica lacked her sister always shined. Their partnership in and outside battle was unbeatable, sure certain circumstances warranted collisions, but more often than not they warrant a collision of combined power. The two twins were the two halves of their parents' designed dynamic career, rarely were they bested when joined in arms on a battlefield.
A dissatisfied demand beams from Sativa's place in her seat as a dart drills into the floor by Indica's foot. An eyebrow of annoyance tilts towards the ceiling as Indica glares from her place by the mirror. Indica's hands shut the box of makeup resting before her as she accepts her time is spent. As the two travel towards the exit of their life long home Sativa's youthful stride is large next to Indica's own mature mediated step. Out of the two of them Indica had always been the one whose age belonged beyond her current level. Often it was this mature wisdom which would provoke her sister's annoyance, a beast better left hidden beneath a concrete of calmness. Yet still it was a beast Indica inevitably annoyed at least once a day. It was just the nature of their unison with one another, piss each other off, laugh about it several minutes later. Since the day of the incident, they've learned the tragic lessons to never waste a day in anger towards the ones they love.
A voice berates the battling winds stifling the sobs of the twins attached high among the trees to a single trunk. For hours frozen they have sat petrified by the incident of the third shadow's fall. Their Father far below the canopy among the floor of the forest fumbles into the clearing. A broken sob shifts from the sight of what he sees slammed upon a rock before him. But he turns from the demons he sees as his eyes find the twins trapped within the tree. Their eight year old fingers reach out for his touch as he climbs.
Twigs snap and leaves shift beneath steps as Indica walks along side her sister beneath the fateful forest's branching coverage. Indica's eyes stay strained upon the path before them as her words merely whisper from her lips, "Don’t you think it’s time Dad started getting back out there? You know, dating and all." Just saying them sears her senses but for far too long they have remained unspoken, a taboo among the family. It remains so with dismissal from Sativa's swift response and Indica's eyes lift towards the emerald sea of shimmering leaves above them.
Somewhere among the sea of leaves Indica was certain their Father was out with a batch of careers training them just as he had trained the twins their younger brother. To Father there was no better place to train than within nature, most arenas after all were outdoors. Indica and her siblings were nothing short of the product of both of their parents' dreams. To create careers forged for survival in the wilderness, whether it was swiftly swinging through trees or speeding on foot through a forest. However, since the loss of their Mother Indica as well as her siblings are well aware that their Father has never moved on. His work has consumed him, it made Indica's heart shatter at the thought.
His arms engulf them in safety, sheltering them from the shadows which in only hours had shattered their souls. As they descend through the darkness Indica's eyes widen as they fall upon the third shadowed figured shattered upon the ground. Her limbs are bent and her body broken yet all Indica can see is the death of the woman who had raised her. The woman she once saw as invincible, a woman who never would have stepped on a weakened branch. Indica's cries are nearly inaudible... "Mom..."
Thoughts of Father subside from Indica's brain as her knees in synchronization with her sister's fall to the forest floor. Timidly Indica's hands press against the same tree's trunk which trapped them all those years ago, the same tree responsible for their Mother's death. Indica had climbed every tree within the forest, but since that day she has never dared to climb this simple pine.
Sativa's voice slaughters the silence and it makes Indica's skin shrivel and shake. “Are we ever going to bring Hybrid here? Tell him what…” An image of their brother four years younger flashes within Indica's mind as her eyes slam shut and her forehead presses against the trunk. Sativa recalls her question with a subtle never mind, and Indica turns her gaze towards her. "He's strong, but he doesn't have to suffer."
Ten years ago their Mother had illustrated that even the Strongest could destruct. And it’s up to the Twins to prove her wrong.
Locks livid with the brown of tree trunks traverse through twisting fingers. The same set of green irises invade a mirror watching the work. A single signature braid slides down her back swimming along her spine. Freckles flake across her tanned skin accepting the brown braid which lays upon it. Her vibrant lips pucker as a shade of dangerously red lipstick lingers upon them from its stick. Several sudden shifts and shadows dark as the depth of night surround her enlightened eyes. Her immersive eyes trail to her clothes.
Ravishing red ripples across sleek gray as a simple track suit slims her slight figure. A hundred and twenty pounds precisely portrayed by a single suit, a hundred and twenty pounds of pure pristine muscle. A door opens sending shivering wind whipping through the room. An image identical to the girl in the mirror, only more unkempt, emerges from the empty space of the doorway. The newest twin's arrival is enhanced with her words excited and unsure, "Ready Indie?" Indica's eyes do not even dare to dart from the mirror as words sharp and simple seep from her rosy lips in the form of a response. "Am I ever ready when you are Sativa?" Her twin reclines in recession.
Day deteriorates to darkness as the emerald ocean of leaves engulfs the shivering shadows into its darkest depths. Sativa never cried yet tears still trickle from her eyes as sobs struggle from her lips. Inidca's mimic her twin's down to the very beat. Upon this lonely barricade above the dismal dismay of tragedy lying beneath the trees, Indica clings to their Mother's words to her. "You are strong, and strength cannot be strangled into submission." Yet here she sat, and here she sobbed in sorrowful submission. Her strength stolen.
From her place in the mirror, Indica's eyes trail from her mask of make up to Sativa sitting silently beside her. Patience was a gift given to Sativa formed from her plight of having indica as her twin. Where Indica was calm, cautious, and calculated Sativa was revengeful, rash, and rebellious. In training, tests seldom tipped in Sativa's favor over Indica's icy precision. Yet in the brute strength and demanding power Indica lacked her sister always shined. Their partnership in and outside battle was unbeatable, sure certain circumstances warranted collisions, but more often than not they warrant a collision of combined power. The two twins were the two halves of their parents' designed dynamic career, rarely were they bested when joined in arms on a battlefield.
A dissatisfied demand beams from Sativa's place in her seat as a dart drills into the floor by Indica's foot. An eyebrow of annoyance tilts towards the ceiling as Indica glares from her place by the mirror. Indica's hands shut the box of makeup resting before her as she accepts her time is spent. As the two travel towards the exit of their life long home Sativa's youthful stride is large next to Indica's own mature mediated step. Out of the two of them Indica had always been the one whose age belonged beyond her current level. Often it was this mature wisdom which would provoke her sister's annoyance, a beast better left hidden beneath a concrete of calmness. Yet still it was a beast Indica inevitably annoyed at least once a day. It was just the nature of their unison with one another, piss each other off, laugh about it several minutes later. Since the day of the incident, they've learned the tragic lessons to never waste a day in anger towards the ones they love.
A voice berates the battling winds stifling the sobs of the twins attached high among the trees to a single trunk. For hours frozen they have sat petrified by the incident of the third shadow's fall. Their Father far below the canopy among the floor of the forest fumbles into the clearing. A broken sob shifts from the sight of what he sees slammed upon a rock before him. But he turns from the demons he sees as his eyes find the twins trapped within the tree. Their eight year old fingers reach out for his touch as he climbs.
Twigs snap and leaves shift beneath steps as Indica walks along side her sister beneath the fateful forest's branching coverage. Indica's eyes stay strained upon the path before them as her words merely whisper from her lips, "Don’t you think it’s time Dad started getting back out there? You know, dating and all." Just saying them sears her senses but for far too long they have remained unspoken, a taboo among the family. It remains so with dismissal from Sativa's swift response and Indica's eyes lift towards the emerald sea of shimmering leaves above them.
Somewhere among the sea of leaves Indica was certain their Father was out with a batch of careers training them just as he had trained the twins their younger brother. To Father there was no better place to train than within nature, most arenas after all were outdoors. Indica and her siblings were nothing short of the product of both of their parents' dreams. To create careers forged for survival in the wilderness, whether it was swiftly swinging through trees or speeding on foot through a forest. However, since the loss of their Mother Indica as well as her siblings are well aware that their Father has never moved on. His work has consumed him, it made Indica's heart shatter at the thought.
His arms engulf them in safety, sheltering them from the shadows which in only hours had shattered their souls. As they descend through the darkness Indica's eyes widen as they fall upon the third shadowed figured shattered upon the ground. Her limbs are bent and her body broken yet all Indica can see is the death of the woman who had raised her. The woman she once saw as invincible, a woman who never would have stepped on a weakened branch. Indica's cries are nearly inaudible... "Mom..."
Thoughts of Father subside from Indica's brain as her knees in synchronization with her sister's fall to the forest floor. Timidly Indica's hands press against the same tree's trunk which trapped them all those years ago, the same tree responsible for their Mother's death. Indica had climbed every tree within the forest, but since that day she has never dared to climb this simple pine.
Sativa's voice slaughters the silence and it makes Indica's skin shrivel and shake. “Are we ever going to bring Hybrid here? Tell him what…” An image of their brother four years younger flashes within Indica's mind as her eyes slam shut and her forehead presses against the trunk. Sativa recalls her question with a subtle never mind, and Indica turns her gaze towards her. "He's strong, but he doesn't have to suffer."
Ten years ago their Mother had illustrated that even the Strongest could destruct. And it’s up to the Twins to prove her wrong.
District One
18 years old
Female
