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10-20-2015, 02:43 AM
stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted. filling the darkness with order and light.
You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night.
You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night.
A skilled artist painted the sky with beautiful hues of orange, pink, and purple. Dusk was a wondrous time of day. Not only were eyes blessed by the sight of the masterpiece being drawn in the sky but it was also a time when the power shifted. As the Sun went to sleep the Moon began to rise overhead. There was a moment where they met, colliding in a brilliance performance, as the Sun handed the crown to the Moon as she took her reign over the skies.
It was around dusk, which whispered of the coming night, when the ethereal figure came out to play. Her eyes yearned for the stars to come out, so that she may read the stories they held. However today was different than usual. This moment lacked allure. Instead golden orbs squinted in displeasure as the light still seemed so awfully bright. Darkness was beginning to shroud the lands yet still she could not focus, her vision overly-sensitive to the bright colors.
She slumped through the shadows away from the herd. Each step was correlated with a thumping in her head: as if she was marching to a drum only she could hear. While her insides welled up with contempt, the maiden was able to keep her delicate and graceful pose. She walked with purpose even if she was just lurking in the darkness the trees presented.
A voice caused her ears to swivel. Her mind scowled as she pressed forward. It did not wish to continue this walk nor did her brain wish to hold a conversation. Still the silken mare was curious. There was also that matter that the pale woman hardly knew the members of her herd. Information was a valuable, valuable resource.
From the shadows she stepped, dipping her crown in a silent greeting. In the light casting down on her she looked ever so vulnerable with most of her body nakedly exposed to the world around her. The cunning in her eyes, however, was enough to make one instantly wary in believing that she was a harmless damsel.
"The broken glass resembles the herds resilience. While it may lay shattered on the ground it is hardly defenseless, nor powerless. With one wrong step it could slice through a tendon. It's a wonderful metaphor." she mused. "'Tis also a lovely way to warn those who would seek to intrude ours lands by the cover of the night." Only foolish horses would try such a thing. It was under the cover of night with the moonlight shining upon them that the World's Edge was at its strongest.
"Talk?"
ooc I am so sorry I forgot about this ^^"
@Rohan
It was around dusk, which whispered of the coming night, when the ethereal figure came out to play. Her eyes yearned for the stars to come out, so that she may read the stories they held. However today was different than usual. This moment lacked allure. Instead golden orbs squinted in displeasure as the light still seemed so awfully bright. Darkness was beginning to shroud the lands yet still she could not focus, her vision overly-sensitive to the bright colors.
She slumped through the shadows away from the herd. Each step was correlated with a thumping in her head: as if she was marching to a drum only she could hear. While her insides welled up with contempt, the maiden was able to keep her delicate and graceful pose. She walked with purpose even if she was just lurking in the darkness the trees presented.
A voice caused her ears to swivel. Her mind scowled as she pressed forward. It did not wish to continue this walk nor did her brain wish to hold a conversation. Still the silken mare was curious. There was also that matter that the pale woman hardly knew the members of her herd. Information was a valuable, valuable resource.
From the shadows she stepped, dipping her crown in a silent greeting. In the light casting down on her she looked ever so vulnerable with most of her body nakedly exposed to the world around her. The cunning in her eyes, however, was enough to make one instantly wary in believing that she was a harmless damsel.
"The broken glass resembles the herds resilience. While it may lay shattered on the ground it is hardly defenseless, nor powerless. With one wrong step it could slice through a tendon. It's a wonderful metaphor." she mused. "'Tis also a lovely way to warn those who would seek to intrude ours lands by the cover of the night." Only foolish horses would try such a thing. It was under the cover of night with the moonlight shining upon them that the World's Edge was at its strongest.
"Talk?"
ooc I am so sorry I forgot about this ^^"
@Rohan
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