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Painted in Diamonds - Katerina - 12-03-2015 You do not know heartbreak Not until you've lived as long as I Time. It was a strange concept. To know that the clock was merely created just so that we could function, and without the birth of time, the world would be chaos, entertained the silver in the warm sunset. Time seemed to be something that is always deceiving, one may think that there is time, that it is not dried and gone, but then it is realized, you do not have any time left. Father time was no man who wallowed in the pities of others, he would take the time away from you in the worst of days. He held no mercy in the face of death, he took what was his when he wanted. And it was never at the right time. Katerina liked to understand, to poke, to prod and to know. Theories, conspiracies, and anything that involved speculation always caught her interest quite quickly. It was just who she was, someone who always questioned the way the world worked. She liked to peer in the grooves and crevices of life's gears, to wonder how they were ingrained and created. It was a never ending flame inside, one that craved the food of thought. She let the blackening waters fill her silver gaze, the vibrant oranges and highlighter yellows dancing across the sky in an array of rainbow chromes. Her hair cascaded in the wind, the thick strands dancing as the misty wind sung it's tune. Here, she stood, peering over the world's edge. A place that she never thought she'd be. A place that was going to bring a new light into her eyes and a new purpose into her life. OCC: Can't write, bad idea when it's late. @Tilney "Talk?" image credits RE: Painted in Diamonds - Blu - 01-16-2016 unarchived per request RE: Painted in Diamonds - smitty - 03-01-2016 unarchived per request RE: Painted in Diamonds - Tilney - 03-07-2016
It was the first evening in a long time that Tilney could relax and enjoy the sunset. Tonight he had no errands to run, he would just graze above the cliffs to fill his belly and go to sleep early. That was the plan anyways. He had been so busy the pasts weeks, obsessed with fulfilling his duty as a nurse. He was glad that Alysanne was happy with his progress; He was very dedicated, and he really did want to learn. tilney And Oh there is more to this life @Katerina RE: Painted in Diamonds - Katerina - 03-22-2016 You do not know heartbreak Not until you've lived as long as I It seemed that the silver was so easily, too easily, consumed by her thoughts that lead her back to the world's of soft blue grounds and starry skies. She wanted to remember every detail, every orb that puttered its way across the landscape, everything that made Isisi, Isisi. She was too afraid that she would forget, would allow everything she had grown with, in, would fade away with the constellations she had left. It was a horrible thought, and the mare gripped onto the dwindling spires of her memory with all her mental force. Thankfully another had broken her fearful daydream, (was it really just a dream?) and her crowned head turned to settle upon an antlered man. He was a lovely mix of cream and rust, with some sort of tree looking marking running down his chest and leg. She admired the rack of horns he had on his head, but what interested her more was the box of light that swung from his horns. Her head tilted slightly, brow rising with questioning. "You as well, may I ask what is the thing that hangs from your horns? I don't understand how this light is contained" She asked, where she was from light was raw. Only shaping in the forms of fires and glows, orbs were the closest thing she could think of relating to such an anomaly. "Lovely yes. I am Katerina, I am rather new to these isles. A pleasure to be of acquaintance." She speaks, foreign galactic accent lacing through her words, a soft and silky melody producing as a result. Her silver eyes tried not to stare to long at the light, but it was so entrancing to the new interstellar traveler. "What is it you do in the edge?" She asked, eyes then shifting to settle upon the green eyes of Tilney, the vibrant color a good distraction from the swinging mystery. OCC: <3 late late late late @Tilney "Talk?" image credits |