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[OPEN] Revelry

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Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE
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Pain etched her features from harsh stone, hate weighing heavy in need heart, thoughts swirling in her mind... Doubt, love, want, and most of all her sweet Azarel. No matter how hard she tried, her thoughts had just so happened to float away and stick to him like a cocklebur, annoying, and always there. Her love for him was strong, she had begun to accept this, but the thought that maybe he had abandoned her was tearing her apart. Today was one of her bad days... A day the that she struggled through the sadness behind her mask of innocence and youth. Dare to lift that mask and you will find hate, regret, sadness, guilt, and if you dig down deep, so deep that there are blisters on your palms and sweat beading on your back, you will find the real Abishia, and your new life long friend. 


Quietly, she wanders about Helovia absent minded, wondering when her life will begin, when there will be an end to the loneliness and the fear of not having a safe place to sleep at night. But soon, through all this selfpity, an idea finds it way into her thoughts. It was something she hadn't thought of for a very long time, possibly too long. The caves . Oh, how this child had loved that vast series of crevices and stone that led to endless mystery, and most importantly, a safe place to rest her head. It had become dark now, but she could easily make her way to the entrance of the cave, knowing she was close. Soon, she came to the well traveled trail that suddenly sloped downward. With ease, she graced her presence in the caves which now seemed much too quiet. As she walked, her hooves clanked against the stone, and the room began to open up into what she knew as the Sanctuary, were she had spent much time a few seasons ago, and also where she met Elsa, and many others. 


 Not giving any thought to where she was going, she decide to explore, wandering down a hallway which soon opened up to a large room. But she didn't cast her senses to take in the room, she simply stared at the winged bodice that lay in one corner on a throne of moss. She tilted her head slightly so her glass horn made a quiet but audible clanging sound against the stone wall. Carefully, she took a few more steps forward, the glass feathers in her tail colliding with eachother.  She then stopped, and offered him a warm nicker.  Hoping to not scare him, she spoke in a quiet voice, softer than the feathers that decorated his wing."Sir, hello, I am Abishia. I'm seeking some company... If you would be so kind to offer it. "


She then gave a small look around, the glowing mushrooms and trees that reflected off the vibrant wall of glow worms. The sight of her old home made her smile, the tips of her kissers curling pleasantly. She had loved this place, the glowing room, for what seemed an eternity she stayed down here... Where she met Windwalker and Africa again... And ones name that she could not recall, but something stood out about him... She cocked her head slightly, but then turned to the brute before her, letting a kind smile bathe her features. 

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Revelry - by Murdock - 04-03-2014, 10:58 PM
RE: Revelry - by Abishia - 04-05-2014, 01:20 AM

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