The yearn of Beauty [Any]

[OPEN] The yearn of Beauty [Any]

Cypress Posts: 72

Hidden Account

Filly :: Unicorn :: 12 hands :: 10 months

11-18-2013, 04:54 AM (This post was last modified: 11-19-2013, 04:41 PM by Cypress.)

I am the light, the hope, in your darkest hour.

Cypress gave her some time to think, looking down at the dirty ground. She didn't even notice the smirk that rest on the colt's face. A few moments passed and the other foal spoke. "You don't like the way you look?" Cypress nodded still not looking up at the smirk on the colt's face. Sincere runs through his eyes but he doesn't show it on the outside.

The colt seemed to be thinking right now. But Cypress didn't say anything. She wanted him to speak because her mouth was dry and her eyes stung now as a cold wind shattered her light hope. Of getting to be who she really was in this land of Helovia. Of living life to its bests, and meeting new friends along the way. This was not a friend, more like an enemy, even though he didn't look like one. He was a growing colt with eyes like silver. Handsome but he would have to do better.

"Would you be happy if you were beautiful?" The question stung the filly, zapping right on the dappled spots on her back to her delicate thin legs.
"I-" she broke off unable to speak. Her voice all used. For a matter of fact, she didn't want to speak to this colt any longer. He seemed to look at her in a way of eagerness. Like he wanted to drive her mad with sadness that she dies of not getting enough food and water. And dies. Would that happen? Would she have to put up with this idiot colt who seemed to hate her in a way she didn't understand?

"Speech"
271 Words
*C y p r e s s
T h e K i n d