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Spice
She is a big, fat, ball of flight. And the sky isn't the limit. And, flying is not the only thing she can do. Flying with some... pazaaz! Pazaaz. That was all an equine needed to have fun. Anyone. She twists, her body stinging with a new feeling. Something of exitment and exhaustion, another slip in the night that makes her shriek, her shrill voice calling out over the upcoming rolls of forest...a place she has become familiar with as the Threshold. She has recruited few in these varied trees. All opponents of Helovia have entered this place, but if you were born here, you were told of this place. This was the entrance to the land of varied creatures. Single-horns, pegasi, and regular equine. Their companions, and other species that reside in other categories other than Equus ferus caballus. The sting stays in her body as she twists and turns, her dappled wings stuck to her sides like pieces of paper on a glue high, though, the glue is still wet. They fling outwards, towards the night sky, and...she cries out again in the darkness of the night. It was not a saddening cry. It was an entrancing cry. Long and whoopish. Like she could fly forever and ever and...never ever stop. She didn't want to stop, frankly. But you always had to. A sigh escapes her lips as she starts to glide normally again. On a regular day's night, she would feel consumed by a claustrophobic mess of feeling. Darkness closing in around her. But today. It was a free day today. And on these assigned days, she decides in the morning that she is going to be happy and free...and more important, carefree. Some nights, she would feel enclosed by a box when she flew. The edges of the box just brushing up against the tips of her dappled wings. Though, that scenario was not truly the case. That could not happen. Unless it was a tunnel. But, it was precisely a box she was picturing. She now felt free-er. Better. Calmer, though whooping. She felt less claustrophobic and more free. Free was really what she needed. But, she could not be free every day. Then, special days would lose their purpose. Why have a special free day when you already have them every day. It's like saying to a rock star: Why don't you just rock all the time and do gigs and stuff, and never have any down time? Because gigs and rocking isn't the only special thing in their life. Just like being free isn't the only special thing in hers. So it's final, she will try to feel like this every time she flies at night (which is not often, mind you) but still not have free days every day. Why would she in the first place? Smiling at her own success inside her own little mind, she starts to plummet at an angle, riding the currents down she swooped... And when she landed, she did not land in a loud ruffle of feathers and trips and stumbles and oofs'. She landed almost perfectly. And it felt great. She didn't want to stop feeling that downwards motion as she fell, hooves giving the touch-down at just the right time. Trotting along the ridden path she had designed for herself as she went, she slowed to a walk. Glancing around, emerald orbs took in the surroundings of the girl. She smiled with a new kind of glee to see...a man in the darkness of the night. She would not have spotted him if it weren't for that bright mask he wore upon his crown and dip. Shadowed by night he stood, for a couple of moments. And, perhaps he was only a figment. A figment of the girl's ever-so-twisting imagination. But no, he moved. Forward. Having yet to notice the mud-dappled girl, she galloped forward, wings out spread she worked hard not to speed up so fast that she would lift from the ground, but just enough to reach him in a noble gesture of...Spicy-ness. Reaching the midnight-hued man, she slowed, and in the bow of her crown, she spoke soft words in secret allegiance still towards the free day. "Hello, sir. I am Spice of the Dragons Throat. You are in Helovia, the land of twisted creatures and sparking dreams." And you've just stumbled into my free trap. "talk talk talk" Whoa all the longness....Please do not feel obligated to write that much for your second post. <3@[Talion] |
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