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Finding Home - Whisper - 10-02-2013
Whisper
Long lost words whisper slowly to me Still can't find what keeps me here The voices. They were speaking to her once again. Like the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. Soft and cold and low voices they were. They told her to push on and keep on moving. They told her to find her next victim and to slit its throat with the horn that she had been blessed with. If only these voices could reveal themselves. Her eyes were wide and her ears were pushed back onto her skull as she listened to the voices. She wanted so badly to tell them that she did not want to keep walking. But, wouldn’t that be just disrespect? For all she knew, these were the Gods speaking to her, right? The Gods were directing her! It made her feel so honored for the God’s to be guiding her throughout her life. Her pink orbs gazed at the land that lay in front of her. She kept treading through the woods. The cool winds crawling up her spine and the grass and leaves brush against her hooves and legs. Nimbus clouds rolled through the sky, coving the sun and giving the day a dull hue. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She closed her eyes with delight as the booming sound echoed across the forest. How lovely. The Gods were singing. A wicked smile slithered onto her maw. That twisted smile. You might think you know what a twisted smile was, but never have you ever seen one like this. The way her lips curled into that ‘friendly’ grin was just not right. It was a smile of a demon. A grin that would make your blood curl and your eyes wince. The smile soon faded as she heard the voices once again speaking to her. ‘Go home. Home.’ They were now saying. Home? Whisper did not have a home. ‘Home. Go home!’ They kept repeating themselves. What the hell did they mean? “Shut up! What is this ‘home’ you speak of? There is NO home!” Anger was now bubbling in her veins. How she wished they had not said anything about home. Home was nothing but a memory to her now. It was just a horrible memory. RE: Finding Home - Arrane - 10-03-2013 The wind whispered through the trees with the promise of rain later on in the day. It whippped up the white stallions light red tinged mane, blowing fiercly like the aniticpation of a dog striking a ferocious bite. Sighing sadly, he remembered his ridicule with the new mare named Brisa. How...how could there be another Brisa that resembled his previous beloved so much. His heart pounded harder with pain and twisted agony. That damn grief. Gritting his teeth, he forgot to remind himself that he is a warrior. I was a general! There is no time to be an emotional filly! A little bit of arrogance seeped into his mind every so often, differential from his normal calm stance. As much as he missed his old Brisa, he also felt stinging anger. She left him! Sighing once more, he continued walking in search for love or a least a friend that would mend his wounds. The low growl of thunder rumbled in the distance, and the white male knew the downpour was racing closer and closer. Suddenly a feminine voice yelled out. Smiling, he approached slowly seeing a pink orbed femme, standing in the clearing yelling out into the howling wind. "Are you sure there is no home?" Offering kindly, he knew there was something off about this fae. Her maw was twisted into a grimace and her eyes seemed...unstable. Shaking off his discomfort, he still swished his tail and spoke once more. "Hello, I am Arrane from the Windtossed Foothills. Who must you be?" Questioning kindly, he kept his distance just incase she poroved to be dangerous. RE: Finding Home - Illynx - 10-03-2013
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