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09-24-2015, 09:31 PM
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Halcyon Flats. Breathtaking, indescribable beauty. Like an enchanted land pulled from a thread of a woven story. Above the sun cast light that arced into an array of colors on the water's surface. Everything pure and clean, untouched by the prior wicked taint. Optical illusions enraptured and whispered of a blissful innocent. Stay here. Where it's safe. Where heaven touches the earth.
Dim, somber, grim: all touches of lifeless grey had been washed away and breathed life into. Just before it was dying. The lands cried in agonizing pain, the creatures singing sad songs of mourning. The horrors of the darkened flats were chased away by the blazing sun. But wasn't it true that there could be no light without shadows? An underlying threat still lingered in this place. Perhaps a mere memory that attached to the brain, or perhaps it wasn't. What secrets did this mirage hold?
Warm sand embraced her, caressing her aching body with smooth and gentle hands. The dappled mare stared at the water with a growing distance. She grumbled at the pegasus looking back at her; a pegasus that lacked grand, proud wings. Instead her small wings were now draped over her face, her reflection being replaced by the downy feathers.
She was too tired to stand. Years of abuse remained chained to her, the heavy weight a reminder of everything. If only she had the lock. If she was free from her past would she be able to experience the beauty that surrounded her? They say your past is what shapes you, but hers at done nothing but whittle at her spirit. She was exhausted and incapable of going on any further.
Instead she laid away from the crowd that threatened to suffocate her. The dull maiden didn't move, didn't even fidget. She had no where to go. Though she had been rescued she did not feel saved. While she possessed undying respect for the God whom brought her here but she couldn't understand why she was here.
In the grand scheme of things did she have a role? Or was she to be the jester - the fool - once more? Did she have a place in this new world?
"Talk?"
ooc hoping someone from the falls could recruit her??? :3
Dim, somber, grim: all touches of lifeless grey had been washed away and breathed life into. Just before it was dying. The lands cried in agonizing pain, the creatures singing sad songs of mourning. The horrors of the darkened flats were chased away by the blazing sun. But wasn't it true that there could be no light without shadows? An underlying threat still lingered in this place. Perhaps a mere memory that attached to the brain, or perhaps it wasn't. What secrets did this mirage hold?
Warm sand embraced her, caressing her aching body with smooth and gentle hands. The dappled mare stared at the water with a growing distance. She grumbled at the pegasus looking back at her; a pegasus that lacked grand, proud wings. Instead her small wings were now draped over her face, her reflection being replaced by the downy feathers.
She was too tired to stand. Years of abuse remained chained to her, the heavy weight a reminder of everything. If only she had the lock. If she was free from her past would she be able to experience the beauty that surrounded her? They say your past is what shapes you, but hers at done nothing but whittle at her spirit. She was exhausted and incapable of going on any further.
Instead she laid away from the crowd that threatened to suffocate her. The dull maiden didn't move, didn't even fidget. She had no where to go. Though she had been rescued she did not feel saved. While she possessed undying respect for the God whom brought her here but she couldn't understand why she was here.
In the grand scheme of things did she have a role? Or was she to be the jester - the fool - once more? Did she have a place in this new world?
"Talk?"
ooc hoping someone from the falls could recruit her??? :3
