Why are your wings like that? [Silk, Any]

[OPEN] Why are your wings like that? [Silk, Any]

Cypress Posts: 72

Hidden Account

Filly :: Unicorn :: 12 hands :: 10 months

12-20-2013, 03:13 AM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2014, 08:49 AM by Cypress.)

@[Satanic Silk]

I am the light, the hope, in your darkest hour.

The small shadow if the filly shown on the grassy ground of the deep forest as she trotted slowly through the place she had met Africa in. The place she found the deer and took care of it. She had nursed it back to health, no magic required. The little filly didn't truly believe in magic, she had never seen it, so why should she believe it's powers? She had never seen magic her her short lifespan, and doesn't plan on it, but she might just catch a glimpse of it once in a while.

But if it was real, oh, she would have a blast! But she didn't know about it, and if it had took the wheel, oh she would be sorry. She wanted the power of healing, maybe something with sand, so she could craft things! Like Kahlua! The lady of the wall. That was what Cypress had always thought of her as. She would build a glass structure with the sand magic! Maybe she could show it to Kahula! She would be amazed. But deep inside Cypress still, did not believe in magic.

She was now in a small clearing in the darkening wood. She stood her thin legs stiff and frail. Green eyes rested on the light of the sun as it traveled down toward the ground. She could already see some of the stars. They were a beautiful sight. She loved to watch them glitter and glow in the night time sky. But she knew they always had to leave, because of the sun's greedy-ness.

But something Cypress did not know, and never did, was that there was a sun god. And a Moon goddess. She hardly even thought of them in her life. Her mother just told her stories. Ones of rage between the two. But Cypress never thought it could be real. But every-so-often, she would think about them. Maybe they weren't so mad at each other, maybe they were just scared of what the other could do to them? She never knew.

That was what she thought now as she started to lay in the cool grass of Orangemoon. She had always called it Autumn, but this was a fine name too. It sounded better on her lips. She had only been there for a minute when she heard a rattling. Was it the wind trying to call her? No. Of course not! That would never happen. But it just had, and it had came from the bushes behind her.

"Speech"
419 Words
*C y p r e s s
T h e K i n d