the Rift


[PRIVATE] she walks with her head hung low.

Frost Fyre Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy
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She leaves her mother behind, her crispy body laying on the sea bed by now. She walks slowly, her pace as slow as that of a snails, her limbs feeling like twigs, prepared to snap beneath her weight. She has long since cried herself dry, her eyes feeling dry now that she's finished her weeping. Her salty tears have left a crusty little path down her cheeks, breaking up her normally beautiful coat. She sniffles, trying to breath regularly. Her breaths are strange, shaky and unstable inhaling, and a relieving exhale. Her chest aches, her lungs in pain from all the sobbing she had done.

She walks through the Meadow, west of the Marsh and Northwest of the Blue. That is how she feels now, blue, sinking into a pit of deep depression. She has lost her guide in life, her dam, her mother. She hadn't been too nice to her mother in her early years, rejecting her as her mother. The fae had odd fantasies of having the Lady Psyche as her mother, as the dark mare was her guide in life, but is now a lie. Psyche led the Basin into a sink hole, ditching it there and leaving it for the Basin's Lord and Lady to fix. Now Deimos and Illynx ruled the Basin, Deimos being the newly crowned Lord, in place of Mauja. The Basin was almost as out of place as the fae, who was fairly out of her place.

Her crown that rested on her brow was slipping, the crown she called her own. And her mask was slipping with it, reaching for the ground. Her mask was her priority now, it hid all the emotions she felt, all the emotions she chose not to feel. The mask was pushed into her skull, keeping her wild and raging emotions at peace. But upon her mother's suicide, she feels the mask falling down with her mother, her true feelings slipping out from the shadowy depths. It seems the maiden's fantasies were over, and she could no longer hold the feelings she housed, for they were all too much for her to hold without her sanity. She cannot balance them all on her head when she's falling down.

"Speech."

FROST FYRE
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