we'll never be royals.

[PRIVATE] we'll never be royals.

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

02-17-2014, 08:31 PM

It's dark, quiet, cold. She can feel her bonded shivering by her side, afraid as darkness eats away at them, licking at their appearances, demanding of them. She let out a deep breath, lungs losing their grip on the air around them as walls close in around her, bringing forth fear. She must have taken a wrong turn, for soon it grows dark, only her stars to light her way as she walks, columns moving nimbly as she feels cold air begin to consume her, ashen child beside her letting out a cautious snort, hesitant to follow her.

Ignoring her cowardly vessel, she presses onward, trying to clear her mind of what could happen within these dark confines, this stone prison that keeps her from seeing the real moon, the really shining stars in the dark sky above. An unhappy call from Altair causes ebony lobes to fall forward, emerald eyes awaiting the reasoning for the call. She spots his silver markings shimmering in the dark, surrounded by shadows that eat hungrily at his juvenile frame. She hurries forth, bringing with her the light of the night, banishing the devious dark.

Standing proudly, she finds herself imaging her mother, standing proudly beside her, icy eyes showing comfort and acceptance, pride. Her mother had never told her how proud she was to have a daughter like her, and eventually the girl had grown used to that fact, the maiden had never minded— not until her mother died. It was after her tragic death that she wondered if her mother had accepted her, if she had loved her. Something told her that she always had, but something else spits that out, telling her she never loved her. She hushes herself, her mother's image fading like petals in the breeze.

Inside, a war rages. The war of what she believes, that the Gods could save them from the underground, that her Knight was still alive somewhere out there in the world, and that she had a chance with him. So far, there was no proof that what she thought wasn't true, yet there was no proof that it was either. Something told her he was still alive, yet something held her back from screaming out his name, for calling for him till her throat ran dry, till her lips were cracked and sore. Glancing around and assuming she was alone, she calls out softly to a stallion she can't see. "Carnesîr?."

It was silly for her to expect a response, because she knew there would be none. Her fantasies flicker before her, his grullo body pressed against her, laying beside her in a meadow with grass greener than green, the sky bluer than the ocean, with beautiful lavender blossoms budding about the meadow. The faintest scent of spring befalls her nostrils, making her think it was real, this faux reality she sees before her. It shatters as she feels the cold touch of stone against her side, realizing she's landing against a dark stone wall in a pitch black room, auds flicking against her skull as her crown drops, hope lost.

"Speech."

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No-one round here's good at keeping their eyes closed.

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