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15 minutes late with an owl - Alysanne - 06-25-2017 we heal with love, Something felt different about her home, but the painted mare couldn’t quite figure out what. Her gait slowed as she reached the iron gate at the border but her heart and thoughts quickened their pace. Hemlock flew around her, checking on the young Cypress where he was bundled up in the crook of Alysanne’s wings and withers, in a nest made of brown feathers from the older (but smaller) owl and her own. Though Hemlock had been in a bad mood ever since the younger owl had hatched, he still was helping - a sign that made her feel hopeful. But now their trio fell quiet and still as they approached the Edge - the two owls picking up on Alysanne’s unease. Cypress began to hoot in small, whining cries - distressed and scared by the emotions he felt through their bond. Her brow furrowed as she gazed at the forest that was her home, trying to figure out exactly what was different. It all looked the same… but she felt a growing sense of unease as she crossed over the border. A cautious whinny escaped her, beckoning anyone that would hear it to come to her. The worry in her was rising, reaching levels that threatened to choke her. The list of those she wished to check up on to make sure they were alright was long indeed, but she didn’t intend to stop until she found every single one of her friends and family and made sure that this fear was unfounded. Surely, everything had to be alright… didn’t it? alysanne @Amaris and @Sansa and any! Come let Aly know the world is ending D: RE: 15 minutes late with an owl - Sansa - 06-26-2017
RE: 15 minutes late with an owl - Amaris - 06-29-2017
Amaris couldn't track how much time had passed since it had happened anymore. It all felt the same - a combination of general numbness and shock and apathy, a mixture of panic and exhausted indifference.
She couldn't explain exactly what was going on in her mind. It was a mess most of the time, though moments of clarity came to her, however they came in the form of an altered Amaris, a changed Amaris. An unsmiling, unfeeling, lost Amaris. It was a habit carved into her since birth, to walk the misty woods of her Motion and noise caught her attention in the foggyness of not only her surrounds but also her mind. The mare unwittingly followed the young belle, unknowing her identity, only knowing that she should follow for some reason. The reason was Alysanne, the painted Until she broke the silence, to complete the half sentence the roan girl started, to fill in the gaps of information so that the painted one would know what was happening. "The Gods are gone," her voice, a stranger's compared to her usual warm tones, uttered softly. "The Goddess announced 'He lied', before extracting herself from everywhere and everything. It is the same for all the Gods." Though she had not ventured to every land to confirm this, the travels she had done, the people she had seen, the sheer gut feeling of it all confirmed it - Helovia was godless, on a course to destruction and the end of times. Amaris stood, silent again, having delivered her information and then turned to stone once more. Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart @Alysanne . |