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03-30-2014, 06:29 PM
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FROST FYRE
dropping glasses just to hear them break
dropping glasses just to hear them break
It was indeed strange how Fate worked at the most random of times, how it weaved webs so tender one could take one wrong step and miss the chance Fate had given them. In the Maiden's mind, she imagined Fate as a large, black widow, working continuously to weave webs, tie loose ends, and to intertwine fates. She swears she heard the snapping of pincers as she turned her back towards Carnesîr, letting Fate cut through the thread that bound them, watching it fall helplessly to her hooves. In fact, she had been so stressed from the recent change of events that a single fringe of white grew threw her forelock. She stumbled about like a drunken fool, lost and confused, a young filly again, searching helplessly for her mother.
A shaky hoof is set forward, a rustling behind her. Head is swung in the most ungraceful manner, lips quivering, recently fallen tears leaving a dark trail upon her cheeks. She lets her mouth gape as earthen eyes befall a sleek grey figure, one that was familiar, yet the name hangs just before her tongue, a piece of meat dangling before a predator's claws. Something painful strikes her in the breast, an emotion she hadn't felt before.
Guilt—
It lingers there, stinging like a wasp, running the length of her spine. Her mind sparks a memory, one that's faded— at the edge of being forgotten, but at the same time clear as the water on the shores of the Blue. She gasps, breath knocked from her lungs by the things she sees before her. This is the same mare that she had run into in the Basin, the one kept prisoner for being one who could reach the sky, who could go closest to the Gods. Under her breath words are muttered, while the seemingly happy mare offers a greeting, a simple hello.
"I know you. I.. I know you!" Dark lips tremble uncontrollably as she gazes towards the eyes of the alabaster woman. "You were in the Basin, with a stallion. You were a prisoner—" Curious eyes wander to the long, mean scar that ran along her shoulder, dipping inwardly where the socket should connect to the joint, feathers desperately trying to grow but failing, appearing tattered and useless. "When did it happen?" She motions towards the scar with her muzzle, eyes fixed to the damage upon her shoulder. Fate is laughing behind her, laughing, taunting, as she gazes into the darkness of the tattered, ruined flesh.
Somewhere deep down she knew she had been there only a moment before she lost her wing. Yet somehow she had forgotten it, lost in the pool of memories, swirling, cascading out of her auds, never to be dwelled upon again. Fate tilts back her head and laughs at the ebony childe, amused by her stupidity. Had she stayed just a moment longer— everything would be different. But Fate had found it not so, and merely damaged the thread between the alabaster and roan fems.
"talk talk talk"
A shaky hoof is set forward, a rustling behind her. Head is swung in the most ungraceful manner, lips quivering, recently fallen tears leaving a dark trail upon her cheeks. She lets her mouth gape as earthen eyes befall a sleek grey figure, one that was familiar, yet the name hangs just before her tongue, a piece of meat dangling before a predator's claws. Something painful strikes her in the breast, an emotion she hadn't felt before.
Guilt—
It lingers there, stinging like a wasp, running the length of her spine. Her mind sparks a memory, one that's faded— at the edge of being forgotten, but at the same time clear as the water on the shores of the Blue. She gasps, breath knocked from her lungs by the things she sees before her. This is the same mare that she had run into in the Basin, the one kept prisoner for being one who could reach the sky, who could go closest to the Gods. Under her breath words are muttered, while the seemingly happy mare offers a greeting, a simple hello.
"I know you. I.. I know you!" Dark lips tremble uncontrollably as she gazes towards the eyes of the alabaster woman. "You were in the Basin, with a stallion. You were a prisoner—" Curious eyes wander to the long, mean scar that ran along her shoulder, dipping inwardly where the socket should connect to the joint, feathers desperately trying to grow but failing, appearing tattered and useless. "When did it happen?" She motions towards the scar with her muzzle, eyes fixed to the damage upon her shoulder. Fate is laughing behind her, laughing, taunting, as she gazes into the darkness of the tattered, ruined flesh.
Somewhere deep down she knew she had been there only a moment before she lost her wing. Yet somehow she had forgotten it, lost in the pool of memories, swirling, cascading out of her auds, never to be dwelled upon again. Fate tilts back her head and laughs at the ebony childe, amused by her stupidity. Had she stayed just a moment longer— everything would be different. But Fate had found it not so, and merely damaged the thread between the alabaster and roan fems.
"talk talk talk"
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Dawn is coming
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