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06-07-2017, 09:09 PM
CASTIELLA
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
The sound of her heart thumped deep within her perfect ears. Echos of her brother's heart muttered in tune with her own, but there was the sound of something else. Another heart mumbled faintly in the background. Where was she? Bright eyes tried to open, but the girl fond that task to be impossible. None of this made any sense; her hoof nudged her brother to seek to get a response from him. This new home was cramped, and the filly made it very clear that she was not amused with this new living situation. The only thing that she did approve of was the fact her brother was always right next to her. She never had to seek him out, nor worry that he has run off. He was her everything; the girl felt a deep-rooted connection that could never be explained with real words. Hate wanted to build in her heart, but the girl was not sure what this emotion was. This world seemed to be very different from the heavenly throne that was oh so comfortable. Unfortioanlly this place would now be her new home. Heaven could not have such a deviant being living among the sincere and honest. They kicked her out; they made her fall to earth, they did not care if she died or survived. Heaven is a cruel place. It is not what everyone expected it to be.
The walls started to cave in. She was being pulled away from her brother. This could not happen again. No, the girl would never let him leave her sight. Fighting back her underdeveloped muscles tried to push against the pressure, but there was no success. Grumbling and trying to open her eyes the girl finally felt something out of the normal. Cold air sent an eerie shiver down her spine. What was happening? As the walls got closer and closer together, the air got colder and colder. Drops of some cold liquid fell upon the angel's body as she made her entrance from the person she would know as mother.
The world was cruel, and the girl already had this notion that life would not be easy. Her heart was bittered, and her mind is already slightly crazed. Crazy, cruel, heartless, deadly, and pretty. Her bodice glittered with sparks of rose gold. Her face was painted pure white. Her wings bathed in blood, the mocking of the holy trinity plastered her face. A curse from the angels above. A sign that the girl is not pure. She should never be trusted.
Once the sparkling bodice fell to the cold mud covered ground her bright teal eyes opened. Blood speckles both orbs as the light pours into black pupils for the first time. Lifting her masked skull the girl looks for her brother. He can't fucking leave me here... Finally the darkened form of his body emerges, and her heart felt whole. Thunder rumbled above her, and she wanted to curse the heavens for laughing at her. If she only knew how to talk in this land. Muscles started to shiver slightly from the cold damn tears dripping from the clouds. Seeking the warmth of her brother the girl moved closer to his form. Her head turned to look at two larger beasts laying on the ground. One would be her mother; the other would be her Father.
"talk talk talk"
table code by tamme
