(This is a personal sl, and it's not a pity trip. Issues need to be resolved personally, and with Iimii's self-imposed exile and servitude, there must be a medium to illustrate his transformation. Not necessarily a physical transformation, but an emotional one. The fire needs doused, and it's time for the child to become what he really is.)
ALONE! ALL ALONE!
My dragon... poor Valla... why did he have to be taken from me?! My darling, my soulmate, my whole reason for being... Come back to me, please!
But he won't come back. He never will. My life is over. All I have now is Mistress and my journal. But nothing will ever fill the void. Never. I am empty, I am cold. There is no more light.
Oh, if I could just be with Valla again. To hug his snout again. To revel in his consciousness. To stare for eternity into his eyes. To feel his scales and the raspy lick of his tongue. But no. No more. Igneous has him now, evil bastard. He's going to change my dear sweet Valla into a beast of burden. The Den will fall. And I... I will not care. I don't care if I am a slave to a Spiritor! I don't even care if I get my powers back! I just want Valla again! Let me come back to him! Please come back...
All I have now is this cot I lay on in Mistress Luminia's servant quarters, my journal, one Maasi'imi'i (I don't even know why I brought it, I have servants clothes), and... Mary. My dear Mary. I always loved her. I don't want anybody else. I shouldn't have left her. But I can't just stay when my powers are gone. Her presence will pain me. Her touch would be like fire on bare skin. I must heal. Maybe she will love me all the more when I come back...
If I come back. Maybe this is for the better. This servitude. Maybe it's just a foretelling of what is to come. If the Den falls, and the Den will fall, I will return to offer myself to Igneous. Maybe he'll let me be with Valla again...
No! Don't think that. The Den will be fine. Valla will be alright. He'll be alright... He'll be alright...
Canis, I hope he'll be alright.
ALONE! ALL ALONE!
My dragon... poor Valla... why did he have to be taken from me?! My darling, my soulmate, my whole reason for being... Come back to me, please!
But he won't come back. He never will. My life is over. All I have now is Mistress and my journal. But nothing will ever fill the void. Never. I am empty, I am cold. There is no more light.
Oh, if I could just be with Valla again. To hug his snout again. To revel in his consciousness. To stare for eternity into his eyes. To feel his scales and the raspy lick of his tongue. But no. No more. Igneous has him now, evil bastard. He's going to change my dear sweet Valla into a beast of burden. The Den will fall. And I... I will not care. I don't care if I am a slave to a Spiritor! I don't even care if I get my powers back! I just want Valla again! Let me come back to him! Please come back...
All I have now is this cot I lay on in Mistress Luminia's servant quarters, my journal, one Maasi'imi'i (I don't even know why I brought it, I have servants clothes), and... Mary. My dear Mary. I always loved her. I don't want anybody else. I shouldn't have left her. But I can't just stay when my powers are gone. Her presence will pain me. Her touch would be like fire on bare skin. I must heal. Maybe she will love me all the more when I come back...
If I come back. Maybe this is for the better. This servitude. Maybe it's just a foretelling of what is to come. If the Den falls, and the Den will fall, I will return to offer myself to Igneous. Maybe he'll let me be with Valla again...
No! Don't think that. The Den will be fine. Valla will be alright. He'll be alright... He'll be alright...
Canis, I hope he'll be alright.