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08-02-2012, 01:44 PM
[fo' Heather, sorry this is so short .__.] Rainchild, so cloudy in color, leans precariously over the edge, head craning and eyes wide as they take in the vast plane of blue. If she has any notion of infinity - it is this, her great arms taking the horizon in a watery embrace, her fingers stroking every shoreline with the gentleness of a long-lost lover. She is tireless, the sea, boundless and bountiful as well as terrible and fierce, destroying easily where she has created, reaping lives as well as sowing them. What a beautiful home the roan has chosen, scarred and green and gazing towards the sea. Today the sun radiates down harshly, dissipating any mist that dare cling to ash and forest, revealing the open wound of black as well as the forest of pine so nakedly to the eye. She has once been like this - so careless to reveal herself, but no longer, for the world has hardened her exterior, and the rain-blessed girl remains closed, save to those who erode the stone enough. Cloven hooves cling onto the rock as she leans closer, inhaling the salty air as it comes into her nostrils. What a charmed living to be blessed with such a handsome abode, what a curse for it to be so torn. She tosses her face and turns back to the charred wasteland, the blue vault of the sky smiling behind her sterling body.  |
