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This place was the miracle town during the night. Bathed in silver moonlight as a full moon hung high, accompanied by twinkles from the stars' faint glows to the distant. In the smooth surface of the water, her reflection stared as an opposite to her. Deep under the gloss, there were bones. Bones everyone. Something would move over the water, and ripples would reached across; her pale blue eyes caught the bones almost move. Each movement that would be just a trick of the eye brought her wishing to take a move toward them. Curiousity was her burden. Fear was the one fighting curiosity.
In the distance, something screamed. She held no recall to the scream. Tales of the voices from the bones crying in the nights made her nervous, and suddenly the thought of if there were really something dark out here. She stood upon a nestle of spanish moss and vines upon an island, seeing the way she'd come to it. It barely painted its image in the pale glow of the moon, though her eyes came accustomed to light of the night. It was her time to shine, as she thought of herself as a reverse image of the night sky.
She took a step backwards, a single black hoof attached to her white leg felling from the solid ground she'd discovered. It hit something, and clipped it as it slid down. Her black tail glazed it, sweeping across like a feather duster. A voice told her dare not to look, as the place was scattered with bones. Temptation got hold of the Appaloosa's mare's mind, and she moved her head to what she'd caught.
Out of everything it had possibilities to be, it was the skull. More importantly, a skull of a unicorn. In the middle of the forehead you could clearly see the broken edge where the horn would of been. A sigh parted her lips, reminding herself she wasn't be fearful of a skull. Her recent alliance to the Assassins made her know even more that there were going to be worse things than this. The only issue with the thing that bothered her, was the fact that parts of tissue, now black and decayed, hung from the area around the horn. The black heart within her chest dropped out of her chest, and if you listened well enough, you'd hear it smack the ground with a slapping sound.
Quickly she turned away, attempting to the idea of where she might have a pathway off her little island. A glance caught the bones in the water, seeing more skulls move up to look at the Appaloosa mare. She caught full reflection of herself in the glossy mirror. Her black mane looked so long, her tail with the same knot in it. Speckles of black splashed the area of her front legs, upper neck, and her face around the eyes, giving a pale stare void of emotion back at her. Her skin crawled immediately, feeling as if this place was attempting to take her. In the distance there was a moan, and so strongly she wished to flee. There were good reasons, yes. If anyone saw her she'd be embarrassed, defiantly another assassin, or worse, Ignita. The unicorn mare had paid such a threat to her.
It took a moment for everything to click within her brain. Then natural instinct and pure fear took her brain on a joyride.
She went, legs carrying her as fast as they could. Her black tail flew in the elegant upheld way of an Arabian, her strides short like a draft horse. Thin feathering hung, no thicker than a few strands. Blind panic glazed over her eyes. And as she took her flight, her scream pierced the night air, parting the mists, rattling the bones laid about, and making sounds in the night seemed so fake. Every hoof beat came louder, and then she felt the ground thin itself, and the murk of water welcome her like a monster awaiting food.
Something caught her, maybe a vine, and threw her down to the earth. Her left shoulder hit the somewhat solid ground first, ending in a sharp burn in the spot. Lain across what was more moss, she caught the vine. It lay like it'd been perfectly place for her. The night laughed at her, the wind howling between the Cypress trees. It shook her body, her mind gone. This wasn't a place to be. This never was a place to be with the bones a common decoration. It had to be the Grim Reaper's residential neighborhood, and she found herself lurking in places not common.
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OOC: Just come in if you want. I feel bad for how bad it is actually.
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Silver Starlight Breaks Dawn From Night [OPEN]
