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10-15-2015, 10:42 PM
Let me in
I'll show you how the world really is
I'll show you how the world really is
Curiosity had burned it's way with Miseal through Helovia. His hooves of gold tread across the multiple terrains that made up the beautiful world of Helovia. His exploration of this realm had almost come to a close, he had found his favorite parts--his least favorite ones--and had learnt many things throughout his journey. Not only did he learn of the culture that stretched and implemented it's self in this place, but he had also explored the deep crevices of his own culture. He had come closer to finding his true nature; finding the real Miseal. The one that was uncorrupted by his sultry and sinister ways, one that was free of the weight of life. A lighter, purer, happier, Miseal.
The shades of purple caught his eye as the thistle brushed against blue and cream painted pillars. Drapes dragged behind him and pooled in a mass of chromes, thistle weaving within the ribbons. His ears laid back with the comfort of the soft rays and warmth of the soothing aurora. The beast felt at peace, this pristine beauty soothing his aching mind. Nostrils drew in the fresh, crisp air around him, the aromas and perfumes of pollens nearly overrode a strong, tangy scent. He snorted at this odor, it was familiar, but he couldn't quite put a name to the metallic smell. Brow furrowed as he scoured his mind for answers, and when it was found, the stallion's attitude quickly changed. He released a loud, wild shrill into green meadow, altering the source of the blood of his presence. His call bounced off the empty meadows and hollow trees, ears perking forward as the deep masculine tones screamed through the scenery. Like that of a hound, the creature followed the scent with a deadly precision, head low and eyes blazing their path through the wilds.
Nothing could've prepared him for the sight he was about to witness. A stiffness feel about his facade as he entered the scene, his eyes reflecting the utter shock and betrayal. Crimson liquid collected in a puddle, something he was sure that wasn't supposed to be there. Then, his eyes that had seen most of the terrible things the world had to offered, fell upon the abandoned foal. It's body was small, brittle, an ebonite coat cloaked the young equine, doing little to hide the skeleton that was it's body. Death was amongst the worse cards that life dealt. Death was quick though and unfortunately, the evil fates of the world not only knew how to bring the light out of man, but he also knows how to deprive one of life in ways more subtle then death. And the thought, quite frankly, scared the hell out of him. Death to those of innocence and to those yet to experience the beauties and glories of the world was a card that was despicable; a joker in a hand of aces. How could it be, that those who didn't deserve another breath got to greedily breathe the air that those who deserve it, have to barter for? Why was it that we lived in a world where the fortunate wanted more then ever needed and the unfortunate merely begged for the chance of survival? Questions and thoughts of misbelief raged beneath his horned cranium, why? Why was life so sick?
He wasn't quite sure if he could look at her, his beloved companion that he had dared extend a kind limb too. What had happened in the months that they did not see each other? He had searched for her, it was true, but he had come up empty handed. Perhaps she didn't want to be found and Miseal had rested with that assumption. Fury began to replace the shock, and his angered tones tried to mask the tones of raw disbelief.
"What have you done?"
What had she done? His chords no longer held the beautiful charms of the dark enthralling prince that Miseal normally was, no, these words were full of disgust and hate. There was no warmth to them, instead his charms were traded for coldness. Bitterness creating chords of sharpened needles and knives. The beastly creature shook his massive crowned cranium, earth flying in the air as his hoof dug into the earth with powerful paws. In this moment, Miseal had lost himself. He had become blinded by his purely raw fury, and nothing was going to end up well after this. Ablaze orbs bored into the eyes of the buck, every chord and coil of his body expressed his white hot rage, eyes narrowing at the sight of the cream. Ears pinning and nostrils flaring, "And you," He hissed, the looks in his eyes one that could scar any of weak heart, "What is your relevance?"
"Talk?"
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