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Chasing the sun, thunderheads at my tail

Carnesîr Posts: 60
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
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09-15-2013, 12:19 PM (This post was last modified: 09-15-2013, 09:23 PM by Carnesîr.)
He flew.

He leapt and danced and twirled like the falling leaves, the summer rain sweet on his lips as he ran, slender legs quivering beneath his lithe frame, tail kinking and knotting in pride and wonder. Sorrows rested heavy on his chest, but he shook them off, shedding the tears on his face, until he was unburdened once more, just a child chasing the sun. "Ego!" They had cried, their voices hammering against his face like glinting swords cutting at his heart, and he looked at Lólindir, a pleading crescent curling his lips, but she looked away.

"Tolo ar nin!" The child uttered outloud, a diamond falling from his eyes of earth. No tears, he told himself. Onwards he took, through the falling leaves and autumn storms, a seed of dandelion fluff stolen by the wind, a corpse carried away by the tide of the sea.

When the first flakes of silver flakes fell, he made light of it, even as worried tugged at his heartstrings, memories of the fragile unicorns who whispered in fear in the forest of the darkness ahead, the scarcity of what would quench thirst and ease hunger. From the first snowfall, quick as the river flowing downhill he let himself run, tugging free of the clutching memories, outrunning a past he could not escape.

Still they stepped in his dreams, murmuring apologies. "Yonya, alámenë." Go away! GO AWAY!

The first hairs of his beard were beginning to appear, and for that he was proud, looking at his reflection in the water with glee until a crackle of hooves, loud and harsh, disturbed him. Once more, the colt turned to run.

Darkness fell as he soared away from all the mistakes, darkness that became deep and impenetrable, and suddenly he was reduced to little more than a shadow in the trees, alone, without mother or father to turn to, no sun to guide him forward.

"Massë?" He cried out in a voice as soft as silk and a lovely a sound as imaginable. "Massë?"
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Chasing the sun, thunderheads at my tail - by Carnesîr - 09-15-2013, 12:19 PM

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