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02-08-2016, 12:14 AM
Astraeus was hunting somewhere in the distance while his bonded passed her time in the Secret Grove. It was a place of memory and of passion, a place from which she could never escape, despite her best efforts to avoid tokens of her past. She wandered beneath a weeping willow, feeling the gentle touch of its boughs tracing the lines of her back. It drew forth a shudder and a sigh as she came to a halt, gazing blankly into the darkness. Somewhere up above, the moon and the stars shone down on the trees, but she was shielded from the touch of the light by the tree's branches. It had been a difficult day, one where she yearned for the sands of the desert and the heat of a fire (not a fire, his fire, though she refused to acknowledge it). But she would not return, not now, not after she had been gone for so long. Surely they were better off without her, all who had once called her family. Daughter, sister, lover, mother - all of these things and more had been her, once. But she had lost her parents, lost her sibling, lost her mate, lost her children; all that she had held dear had betrayed her, disappearing from existence and leaving her to rot. Of course, she took the burden onto herself, too: it was she who had run, she who had left, she who was to blame. It was she who had brought the misery raining down upon her own spinning mind, she who had betrayed her loved ones. Had it ever been the other way around? If I stay here, I will drown in my own sorrow. She moved on, aimlessly wandering path after path through the groves that dotted the landscape around her. There was something to be said for the privacy that the Secret Grove offered, despite her painful memories of a life once lived here. She hadn't seen a soul. She had arrived as the sun set, and it was now well after midnight, but she was unable to sleep, unable to rest; and so she wandered, wishing for anything to distract her, to offer her salvation, to bring emotion once more to her breast - She came to a small pond wrapped in a thick bunch of trees, and she slipped into the water without hesitation. It was cool against her heated skin, reaching to roll gently against her belly; her tail spread out in the water, floating ivory lacing across the surface. She was starkly white against the obsidian liquid, every bit the fallen angel that she had been in her past. How was it that she had allowed herself to be so defined by stallions that they had become her redemption, her deliverance? How was it that he was her obsession, that in the dead of night, her memories of her touch kept her awake and wondering, even now, even after so long? The stars dotted the water around her, twisting her perception until she could not remember if she was in the pond or in the sky. She found the brightest and, standing perfectly still so as not to disturb the crystalline surface surrounding her, doubting everything that had drawn her here tonight, the pegasus made a wish. "Talk talk talk." |
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@Kaj
