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The sky had darkened into a thick blue that reminded her to the sea, however, it was none like its alter exterior. At times, she longed to plunge headlong into the waves and disappear into the depths of something far greater than she. Her soul was freeborn and yet it was locked away within this fleshy tower, much like a damsel in distress. However, she would never claim such a title of endearment due her ever-growing sense of independence. It was one that radiated from her core and burned outward like a halo of purity that defined the innocence of her very essence. And yet, she did not feel pure, instead she felt tainted, walking the endless earth, dead and rotting from all things impure.
This pondering had led her to the refuge of the beauty within The Threshold, even though it held no such figurative candle to the blinding realities of a heaven she would never know. The snow had begun in her absence of mind and it was a curing remedy to her empty heart as she watched it flutter to the hard ground like small fairies dancing one last time before crashing into the fiery pits of a hell that doomed their very existence. All things in Helovia were a contradiction to the lives depicted in the proverbial creation of earth. Winged horses and Dragons, Unicorns and magical talents; they were all gathered her in a realm that she liked to refer to as purgatory, all existing hand in hand between the worlds that were destined to remain separate for an eternity. These creatures were never to grace reality due to the protective regulations of the Gods and at times while she was thankful for their total control, she questioned their incentives.
In losing herself to such revelations, she had missed the stallion’s approach but if she had been startled by him, she was able to hide it well enough. Large lavender eyes laced their heavy gaze upon the boy before narrowing in slight discomfort. The creature was none like she, bearing a twisted horn upon his face that resembled a dagger tinged with a leafy green. A slight scowl graced her perfect lips at the sight of him, a clear abomination to her worldly definition of right and wrong. Equines were designed to be created equal and while she knew that this Unicorn had no power over his race or species, the idea of him sent shivers coursing down her thin spine. He was an illegitimate example of all things unreal and for that she hated him. Her words were held sharp upon her tongue until she was able to contain her own animosity and shadow it with warm welcome.
“I am Ailith.” This sentiment was said curtly, as she fought back the urge to turn away from his company. However, the Grullo was given the benefit of the doubt and while the small mare cringed at the thought of his mere existence, she could not send him away. This was a world of equality and while she often did not agree, there was nothing she could do to avoid the racial tensions that would plague her throughout her lifetime without isolating herself entirely.
[W/C: 538]
[OOC: She's racist o.0]
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I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light [OPEN]
