you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

the moon is hiding behind grey storm clouds, the relentless wind howling like a wolf in the night. in the midst of it all, she walks across an earthen bridge, her Light away from her, although she could still feel the bond, slowly growing stronger with each passing of the sun. taking a quick look behind her, she sorrowfully turns around, disappointed that her Company was not back yet. however, meeting her gaze is a figure pale as snow. where the figure begins and ends is hard to determine, for it is still far off, and the gray clouds that linger cover what little light there is. she walks towards him, blue magma bouncing from her reflective bodice.

passing four battered head stones, she glances at them, fretting what they stood for. were they where the royals were laid to rest? or maybe the honorable soldiers that died in battle? whatever the case, they hadn't been tended to in many moon cycles. hesitantly, she steps past them to gaze at the man who wanders along the edge of the earth, where it is similar to the world's edge, dropping into blue water that expanded for ages. temptation rises, the darkness, the Insanity, it crawls forward to push her forth, closer to the end.

instead, she turns to look at him, a noble beast, one that could easily break her with a movement of his hoof. she takes a cautious step back and she spies upon his sharp, blue horn. she swears she can hear the sickening screams of all those who that horn had slaughtered, or maybe it was just her screaming as she died at her child's hooves. she gazes at him, unable to speak for fear he may snap back at her.

within she is a storm, raging just as the one above her, a hurricane of emotions so strong one could feel them from miles away. her lone heart quivers within her abdomen, the faint red light dancing off her closest surroundings. she flicks back her auds, letting out a soft whimper. he— hello. the timidness in her voice is almost unbearable for her to hear.

taking a cautious step back as she awaits a response, swearing that if she could, she would likely be on her knees crying rivers at the hooves of this steed, who belongs to the murderers, the Stallions. they were the reason that she could no longer stand the company of anyone, they were the reason she could no longer walk within a group without trembling, they were the reason she was this way. it was Stallions and Children, the two together scared her more than anything. sure standing in the presence of a god was scary, but in the presence of a Child or a Stallion made her want to die then and there. it was an unbearable pain.

you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

he looks up at her with blue, icy eyes. she lets loose a delicate gasp, feeling his eyes of sky burning through her with a horrendous feeling creeping along her spine. he's going to kill you, something whispers in the back of her head. she flicks back her ears, lips parted slightly as she takes a step back. she swears his eyes are burning a hole through her body, burrowing straight to her heart.

and suddenly—

he crumbles.

she watches him slip down, knees colliding with the solid earth, her eyes widening at the thud that rings out to her from his large, spotted body as it hits the earth. she noticed the rain beginning to fall from the clouds above, the world around her growing humid. she cannot feel the cold rain hit her body, she has no skin to feel it. she raises her had for a moment, droplets collecting at her ducts. and finally she can cry, the rain drops slipping down her cheeks beside the countless other droplets that slide across her smooth surface.

she looks back at the pale stallion, noticing he hasn't gotten up. she doesn't know if she should be concerned and help the man or if she should turn and walk away. something tells her not to leave him behind, to go and aid this man she does not know. she takes a few hesitant steps forward, her body quivering with fear. wind blows fragile strands of glass about, her cold, fragile body appearing in the light with an odd texture due to the droplets of water that run down her sides.

uh— excuse me? are— are you alright? she whispers, trying to raise her voice for the last few words. she takes another step, worry printed across her face. she was making such an awful decision as she approaches him, standing but a stride away now. surely she could outrun him, for she was already standing, he was laying down, and he was larger, likely slower. yet she still keeps her distance, the innocent childe taking a step back, heart beating swiftly as fear creeps up her spine, a slither serpent winding its way up her clear, fragile pillars. she would be holding her breath, if she had lungs to hold it.

uhm.. do— do you need aid? she asks timidly, brows curling upwards as she lowers her head slightly, staring at the alabaster stud that lays upon the damp earth. she didn't want to leave him, but she didn't want to help him either. a Stallion, he was certainly a murderer just like the rest of them, evil, cruel, playing the hearts of mares with such ease they barely think about it at all.

you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

quiet, whispered words fall upon deaf ears, not even a moment of acknowledgement given from the beast in draped in alabaster. hesitant to move closer, body swaying in the winds that rage wildly, the madness of the storm all around. waves crawl up the stone, hungry predators stalking the prey atop the cliff. it was as though the waves could smell the blood that stained the leopard's coat, and tried desperately to lap it up.

the wind was relentless, blowing against the ghastly translucent beaut, the force shoving her towards the end of the stony pathway. she brings herself to her knees, stumbling a few inches towards the white figure before slowly crumbling down to the earth, trying to be cautious as not to fracture her delicate shell.

her hushed words would do no good, her silent words would not be heard tonight, not by the dark tipped ears of this stag. she is closer to him now, if she had the ability to, she would likely have felt the heat from his body slipping away slowly but surely, leaving him cold, frostbitten from the inside out. she can almost see the years of pain and anguish, screams that fail to reach his frosted lips.

following cerulean pools, she finds herself colliding with darkness, empty, an open expanse of nothing. her heart sinks upon laying her multi-coloured eyes on this dark space, the Devil's face dancing in upon hooves set ablaze. a wicked grin settling itself upon a dark face, eyes small fires licking hungrily at bloodied features. black bones in the form of gnarled wings spread open wide, a small childish face appearing beneath the appendages. a mask that portrays no emotions upon the babe's features. eyes widen and heart races as she tries to crawl her way out of this hallucination, shaking her head violently to rid herself of these images that have cursed her for so long.

she tenses herself up as though bracing herself for someone to come down upon her, breaking this connection between soul and body. she wonders if she could have that freedom, have that wish granted, that wish that has gnawed upon her from her first waking moment in this glass jail. her fragile luminous body shakes beside the bleached flesh of the stud, her eyes shut tightly. nothing to soothe her but the loud pattering of rain upon her crystalline skin.

in this moment her fear is washed away in the rain, stolen away with each drop that his her skin, slipping down through her curvature and landing upon the earth. her mind does not panic upon being so close to a man, she finds comfort in his company, really, in the silence between them. it was this quiet, clear moment of pure nothing that she finds herself without a fear of being so close to a brute such as he. her lips twist into a small, fragile smile, the one you only give when you've found some level of serenity, some place to rest in a land where beasts of shadow do not roam. the thundering of rain upon her see-through skin does nothing but soothe her more, the dark clouds washing over her body, warping the reflection of the grey clouds upon her bodice. the faint red glow of her heart washing over the surfaces around her, concentrated upon the bleached form of the stallion before her, as well as the ground between them. her small, pulsing heart that clings so desperately to the insides of her jail, as though expecting the space to shrink with each passing beat. like how she is with the world around her, waiting for it to shrink down upon her, compress her into nothing.

you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

the name he whispers, it's etched into her mind, a prominent name she will try to remember for him. the title falls from his lips before the wind takes it, carrying it far away from her, letting it escape in a whim. to this stag she makes a promise, a promise whispered through closed mouths, that she will help this man find his ophelia. she does not know his name and he does not know hers, but that does not keep her from giving him a promise that she will keep. somewhere deep down her old self begins to crawl out from the wreckage, fractured but not shattered. she lets loose a smile as she gazes up at this stud she's laid herself down beside, this alabaster stranger that she already shares a connection with even though words from their lips are merely swept away and unheard. in this time she wants to lean forward and murmur to him that she will find his lost ophelia, but she knows her words will merely be swept away in the relentless winds.

icy crown pierces the sky, regal frosted skull raised up, blue eyes sweeping over her. timidly she meets that gaze, body trembling not because she was cold, but because she was afraid. bringing her fragile hind legs towards her stomach, she tried to keep herself calm. under the winds she wants nothing more than to bring herself closer to this mysterious man and hide away from the strong gale that whips their manes about. his head falls, forced down by the storm, like a mother not wanting her child to witness the horrors of the world it pushes down the beast's head. she feels her own head sink lower, nearly meeting the white on black flesh of this stallion. her heart stops then and there as her muzzle hovers above the moist skin of this stranger, who really wasn't a stranger but a friend, one made through their actions rather than their hushed words. if he doesn't move, her nose is likely to bump into his shoulder as she struggles to move her head away from his surface.

there in the silence she finds herself drowning, sinking slowly into the dark waters they had fallen into together. she's reaching her head up to gasp for air that she did not need, that she could not have. she wanted nothing more than to thrash about to bring herself to the surface, find her hooves beneath solid earth, but instead she keeps calm, loosening her tense figure. as the violet light of the magma falls over her, the rain washing away her sorrows, she closes her eyes, letting the world become dark and empty, all except the brilliantly white, scarred and broken man that lays before her. she wants to rest her head against his body as she finds this peace, hands woven of serene, beautiful light wrap around her, keeping her safe.

for just a heart beat she forgets where she is, and in a panic her eyes fluttering open with crystalline lashes catching falling drops. she sees the dirtied man before her with his bleached locks clinging to a muscular neck, a crowned brow and ears tipped in midnight. she sweeps her gaze over him, finally taking in the details of his glory. a muscular body marred with scars, black skin revealed as the scars dance along his hide. a horn of ice rising from his brow with eyes that match. crimson staining his alabaster skin, making her cringe as she recalls her own blood pouring out, staining her golden coat, painting her body into a gruesome sunset, wracked in spams upon the ground as her life slipped away.

she shakes and shivers at these thoughts, scraping her side against the stone and letting herself slip along the wet ground. she does not fear getting another inch closer to the stallion, as for some reason she has found herself looming over this fear, no longer controlled by it. she was tired of letting it control her, taking advantage of her innocent mind. she had finally proved herself to be dominant over this beast of fear, no longer would she cower in the shadows when a stallion approaches, she would step into the light and let the world see her figure illuminated in rays of light. she would finally become the fallen angel that she was.

you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

the cold tears of the clouds fall upon soft, curved features, delicately carved image dancing through the air. pained expression rising to meet the darkened sky, mouth agape, upturned to the weeping clouds. stained gaze reaches the alabaster body before her, watching it shift and twist, head caressed by solid stone, wind whipping around them.

her body teeters, eyes still befalling the broken man before her. his crown was held low, his body stained with debris from the ground as he shifts himself, electric blue gaze crackling, dancing upon her ghastly form. she feels naked, bare against his gaze. at this moment she takes her own time to admire the grace of this man.

muscled bodice parallel to her own, figure of white with well toned neck leading into sloping shoulders, thick limbs tucked beneath a speckled body. flesh ripples, damp coat clinging to dark skin, eyes of amethyst sweeping over this man as he strips her down, takes her in. somewhere her heart has stopped, fear crawling up her spine to whisper cruel thoughts into her mind.

all she can manage is to lay frozen under the gaze of this broken king, this royal stag that has slipped from his throne, lost his grip on reality. delicate thoughts mingle with the darker side, weaving intricate little dances together, making a story that would haunt the crystalline beauty, sickening, twisted images of children with gaping mouths leaping upon her, stallions with flaring nostrils and fires at their hooves.

it is then that she loses herself, body shaking as she recalls the churning of her innards, the unborn babe sacrificed by the demon, never given a chance to take in the world around them, never able to learn about life or the way it works, the workings of the world's cruel beauty. never would the youth discover the voice of it's dam, the gentle touch of another being of flesh and blood, register the emotions that paint beautiful pictures upon a young, rounded face. the grace of the young angel faded, leaving but a broken childe entrapped in the womb of a gaping carcass, wings broken and life taken from it's grasp.

smooth, clouded lids slip easily over pained eyes, expression shifting to one of pain and lost grace, of broken promises and fractured hearts. nothing more is wanted than to be taken up into an embrace with this familiar stranger, to be wrapped into the tattered wings of a broken man and held close. she just wanted someone who could hold her close and care for her, take her and make her whole again, seal the fractures that run along her body and mind, piece together the shattered pieces of her broken spirit. but even then, no one could near her without bringing forth something horrid, thoughts of her days of torture, the days long since lost in the darkness she calls her conscious mind, a place where monsters dwell and demons hide, where darkness dances and the devil himself lives.

there was no beauty in her broken soul, in her fractured vessel that had a wounded soul tethered to it. a soul that longed for release, the desired something to bring a release to her broken spirit, or release itself. cut the cord that ties her to this broken body, fly free and observe this cruel, dark world from above, watch it grow beautiful before it is consumed by the darkness, death plaguing the innocent and greed flourishing in the hearts of the wicked.

you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

eyes of milky cerulean dance upon a frightened youth, a fallen angel beside a broken king. there were sweeter songs than this one, sweeter melodies to hum along to. this was a dreary hymn, two twisted souls trapped beneath the rhythm of rain, the air thick and heavy around their weighted hearts. crystalline tears fall from the stormy clouds above, gale force wind making her grind against the solid stone beneath her fragile frame.

rolling back over, the giant sweeps himself from her view, bruised spine facing the fractured fem. loosening her hollow frame, she lets her mind wander, vision falling dark as she imagines herself in another place, a warmer place. a delicate fantasy riding upon the wings of a butterfly, crushed by the weight of reality. the suffocating loneliness, the intolerable suffering of a cold, dark world. a gentle, lone heart beat echoes throughout, a world empty and cold.

the ocean's fingers reach up from the rocky cliff face, leaving the rock below dripping. the moist, damp air pressing upon their withers leaves painted sighs unfurling from the reaches of the alabaster's velveteen muzzle. an aggravated call in the distance, irritation lacing a childish voice, playing out in the hollow chamber of her mind. she closes her eyes, pushing back against the wave of concerned whispers that barrel out from her guide.

the fragile frame would not keep her hooves upon rock if she stood now, the gale would sweep her up and shatter her into a million pieces. maybe it would be better that way, if she was but shards of a fractured shell. from her dark dream of tumbling freely through the sky, she falls back into her crumbling reality.

she casts her eyes off to the frost king, acknowledging his presence after a handful of relaxed heart beats, growing tense at his sight. she wonders there what beautifully cruel thoughts lie beneath that distorted face, what atrocious plans had been lain out, barbaric ideas crawling like worms over a wasteland of disregarded thoughts. her mind wandered to the thoughts of all men, inhumane plans tangled in webs of twisted emotion, gnarled roots of broken childhoods coaxing trees of callous thoughts to spread.

her fearless moments are washed away by the darkening thoughts, squirming at the idea that she could be laying with a murderer, a man who had slain many a childe, a terrible beast who was not tamed. she was vulnerable here, unable to stand without being swept away, heart but a few inches from the cold shoulder of the alabaster. her body rattles, eyes shut as invisible tears fall from the corners of her eyes, a pained expression painted across smooth, crystalline features.

@[Mauja]