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Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - ahi - 05-19-2013 The days pasted by, in almost a blur. From a distance your great wings fly, green eyes wide as your make your way back to Helovia. Though you weren't born in this country, this is the best place for a colt be, where your mother should be. You know she is dead though, as you watched her kill yourself, and you tried to do the same. In your grief, you didn't want to be alone, and you turned and fell. However, the gods were with you on this day, and all you did was hurt your small chestnut body. You landed on your wing, and now it is too messed up for you to fly properly. It hurts to move it, and you are in pain, though you still feel nothing. I know you haven't changed, and even though your mother just committed suicide, you act as if it was a complete stranger, and you watched her fall for pure entertainment. You can't even get mad at yourself, and you continue to walk, head hanging low as you sulk. Why would it be that the world tends to hate and turn it's back on you? Maybe you shouldn't have turned your back on it first, but that isn't entirely true, now is it? You had a heart once, had feelings and had loved ones, but they all seemed to fall like toy soldiers before you, made of cheap plastic and soulless. You are alone in your efforts to escape with your life, and though you aren’t bleeding anywhere else, your truly are a bird with a broken wing. A sob escapes your lips, but still you feel emptiness. It plagues you day in and day out, and there is nothing so demanding as your daily dose of depression. What was so important in your past life that gave you meaning, gave you the breath you drink in so rhythmically now like a resuscitator? Maybe it was all an illusion; the illusions made by an abused child that never had anything to live for in the first place, and that only could make up fantasies that could escape a horrid world full of torment. But the question remains: where you the victim, the marionette of the psychopathic puppet master, or were you yourself the evil overlord? You stop, out of breath, and you feel coldness run down your skin as it starts to rain. It is not gentle rain, and it starts to flood the area, pelting your broken wing like tiny daggers. You move as fast as your small body and go, green eyes flailing about for shelter, and you find a tall tree in a greener area. By now you have traveled a far distance, through one forest and to the next, which is called the Threshold. Though of course you wouldn’t know that, and you wouldn’t care even if you did. You sit, hiding your wing close against the tree, hoping to protect yourself…from what? You hold your breath as something comes close to you. Is it friend or foe, enemy or a worse enemy? You’ll just have to find out. OCC Note: I would like Foothills or Throat please, both if I could. "speak" RE: Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - Lusana - 05-19-2013
RE: Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - Irrydae - 05-19-2013
RE: Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - ahi - 06-07-2013 And there they come, marching to and fro, both with wings like yours. Funny how life turns out sometimes huh? You look scared, but you shouldn't fear. They whisper sweet words to you, those of kindness and friendship, offering you help and shelter. What do you think about that? Hesitant of course, but you decide that you need it, since you have no idea how bad your wing it, and even if it will work again. You want to whisper back, speak and tell them everything, but you hold you tongue. If they ask, you'll tell; it's as simple as that. The Foothills sounds interesting enough, but this purple mare is saying she's a Storyteller. What the hell does that mean? And the other mare offers nothing of a home, but just offers help. You speak in a quiet, disgruntled voice that your vocal cords have become adjusted to over the time you've spend in your own self misery. "My wing...it's broken. Help would be nice, but shelter is alright too. Do whatever you wish with me." No emotion as usual, not even your gaze is upon them as you speak. You talk as if you are a soldier putting your head down to your general, as if you are unworthy to put your eye sockets towards those you think are above you. What are you going to do now? Motherless and broken both on the inside and out, your nothing. Words cross your mind, coming from no where: cross walks and crossed hearts, and hope-to-dies. Crossing roads was never for you, and you always keep your heart tied, but then it broke, dropped on the floor and smashed by a giant foot till you couldn't feel anymore. Numbness collected in your soul. Your definitely a hope-to-die, trying to kill yourself after Mother Dearest did the same. What else have you got the live for Alisier? Will you choose to continue, or will you find your way back to the heart and try again? OCC: Sorry this is late, I've been so busy :/ "speak" RE: Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - Irrydae - 06-17-2013
RE: Cross Walks and Crossed Hearts and Hope-to-dies - ahi - 06-17-2013 And whadda you know, you are lucky this time and got someone that's nice in the world. There's a first time for everything right? Now you listen to hear speak, and you slowly let your eyes rise to her level, looking into her own yellow eyes. They are not creepy, but are strange, and yet intruding to you. She speaks of someone that can heal you, but what you wish is help. With what? Everything But you're too pathetic for that. We've talked about this once before, remember? You're too worthless to be saved, and instead you should just kneel on the ground and suffer, for no one would ever grow to respect or even love you again. Got it? The winter was something you weren't expecting, and now you remember what it was like for Frostfall. Snow and ice were just as bad as ash and fire, and you were afraid of them both. The rain is upon your hide, soaking you through as well, and you shiver hard, making your wing hurt. The wing she drips over you doesn't not make you scared, and you don't move an inch, expect for your eyes sweeping to met her own once more. You decide it would be best to follow this mare, and you nod at the other, offering no other words as you take your leave with the odd colored mare. What would await you in this place known as the Foothills? Who cares really, geez, your so self centered, aren't you? Enough with the thoughts, move along, we don't have all day grandpa. "speak" |