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Memories Have Left You Broken [Open] - Valhalla - 10-07-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
Pale, gossamer feathers were laden in frost, crystals of frozen dew clinging like tiny comfits to nearly every capillary fiber of the phantasm's wings. The last remaining semblances of her glossy summer coat had finally exuviated from her pale figure, exchanged with a thicker, duller mantle of ashen gray, void of the dapples which once bloomed profusely along the maiden's body. Plum eyes remained ever vigilant, gazing out across a vast expanse of murky waters, unheeding to the lifeless vessels which lay just below the surface. This land reeked of death, of an unsettling coldness. It was a charade of danger, feigning harmlessness and beauty. A film of ivory flakes careened slowly down from the giant, looming sifters in the sky, bringing about an essence of calm. Valhalla stood mostly still, nostrils flexing and ushering forth an intumescent plume of smoke with each exhalation, frost catching on the moisture of her breath. Frostfall had come quickly this year, she thought idly, briefly dipping a charcoal hoof into the frigid waters. She lowered her muzzle to the pristine fluid, her reflection manifesting bleakly across the surface. Ripples propagated as she snorted, and morbidly she wondered what might happen were she to suffer a fall into the icy depths. Strange fish weaved there way through beds of monotone foliage, their scales glittering vaguely in the dilute winter sunlight. But there was something else among them, something hidden deeper down. She squinted her eyes, focusing on the figure, when it soon became clear it was the skull of a moldering body, it's eyes turned a milky white, bones poking out from the skin. Horror struck her almost instantly, lavender optics opened wide with shock. Muscles tensed beneath her flesh, and she jolted quickly backward, as if the deceased's empty eyes had transmitted a signal of palpable fear. In her shock, she had made a fatal error. Her hooves lost purchase upon the muddy earth, causing her to plummet into the glacial waters. She cried out, frantic, struggling to swim among the stray leafage. She wasn't ready to die. Shards of cold became diffused through her nerves, causing her breathing to grow shallow, frenzied. Was this to be her fate? -to perish by the sheer mercilessness of cold, spectated by the moldering dead? This hardly felt real. It felt like a dream, a horrific rendition of her mind but the pain she felt, the urgency that overcame her, was far too real, far too tangible. Oh Valhalla. What had you gotten yourself into. valhalla RE: Memories Have Left You Broken [Open] - Leander - 10-07-2012
RE: Memories Have Left You Broken [Open] - Valhalla - 10-07-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
She heard his voice - it rang out like a mocking symphony, pleading for her to 'hold on,' cling to her fleeting mortality like the pathetic creature that she was. She needn't bother to search for the orchestrator to know it had been the voice of a stallion, masculine and husky. She was far too absorbed in her current dilemma to pay it much heed anyway, and she had come to doubt its existence, oddly enough. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her, daunting her with false apprehension. Large wings flailed uselessly in the water at her sides, the entirety of her body burning with frigidity. Pale feathers floated in the water as she struggled to find the ground in which she had previously been standing; to find purchase among the narrow path, and yet she could not locate where it had been. Eyes of dulcet lavender evidenced the true extent of her urgency as she looked up toward Leander. Did he really think he could hold her weight? She highly doubted it, though at that moment, she had no room to scrutinize. Where did he expect her to clench onto him? Surely the sensitive flesh of his muzzle would induce pain should she use that as leverage. He then outstretched his mahogany wing toward her, and he grasped the dorsal part of his wing firmly between her ivory teeth. Simultaneously, as if by some miracle, she had managed to find the path in which she had traveled, a solid foundation hidden by a barrage of moss and ivy. He pulled away then, vertically, aiding her in escaping the icy prison. Unrefined relief surmounted within her, a paramount emotion, unspoiled and unrivaled by anything else at that moment. She clung to the ground, her aft leg as well as her tail remaining partially suspended within the gelid depths, though she paid little attention to these things. Smoke billowed from her nostrils in swift recession, beads of water dripping from her nose as she began to cough, ridding the water which had intruded the recesses of her lungs. Drenched forelock laid disheveled across her face, partially veiling one of her eyes. How pathetic she must look. valhalla [ ooc ; I think there may have been a bit of power play in there. If you want me to change it, just let me know. ] RE: Memories Have Left You Broken [Open] - Leander - 10-08-2012
[ooc: No need to change anything ^^] RE: Memories Have Left You Broken [Open] - Yol - 10-08-2012
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