What could have been

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[OPEN] What could have been

Rhoa Posts: 175

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5

Colt :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 3 HP: 65 | Buff: ENDURE

Odd

#19

11-27-2014, 05:00 PM

How much time passed before we were running? I honestly can't say. What I can tell you, are how many colours compose her eyes. At first you might think that they are green, but you would be wrong. Oh so wrong. But don't worry, it just means you haven't look at them long enough, or looked deeply enough into them. Once you do that, you see the full spectrum Her eyes are every colour. I'm sure of it. Standing there, I saw all of the colours sway and glisten. Flecks of gold where the light bounced and highlighted her fur as well as her gaze, and deep blue where the colour faded into the depths of her pupil. But there was crimson and lilac too, if you looked hard enough.

No one ever looks hard enough. But I will. I've learned that there are secrets hidden if you take the time to look for them. And I'll never stop looking.

She is beautiful ...

And gone!

She dances away and I am helpless but to follow. It is like my mind is tethered to her by some strand that is too beautiful and to precious to dare breaking. I would run until my lungs screamed and my legs burned to keep that strand from breaking. Whatever secrets she has, whatever is hidden in the depths of her eyes and soul, I'll find out.

I laugh as my pale legs stretch out from under me. It feels good to be running. I feel like I have so much energy, that getting rid of some of it is exhilarating and relieving. As her wings spread from her sides mine do the same. She said she couldn't fly, but as her hooves begin to lift the ground, I think she must be lying. She moves so naturally, and her wings seem to evenly navigate the oncoming wind that she must know how..

I don't know it at the time, but what I am doing is showing off. I beat my wings as I've seen others do, and the way that I've practiced. The ground is softer here, and so even if I fall it won't be so bad. I rise into the air shakily and clumsily, trailing behind her but now above. Where her body has crashed into the waves, mine soars above. The one thing I'm not so great at is turning, and suddenly I'm going out farther than I meant to. The water is darker here and I'm realizing that this isn't such a good idea. I push one wing down and angle my body in that direction, awkwardly making a far too large loop, but still a successful one. I am now flying back in her direction, but am far too high. But it's just water below, right? I let my wings stop beating and like the ember I resemble, I drop from the sky and splash into the waves. The shock of the water makes me gasp as I realize that it is quite cold. My black-striped legs flail beneath my body as I rise to the surface, spluttering slightly. I swim towards her, exhaling strongly to rid my nostrils of water.

"So?" I ask with a wry grin. "What do you think?"