AND I WANT TO BE FREE

WHEN MY HEART IS MADE OF GOLD

Stepping lightly, legs making quick work of the ground below her, hooves landing gently upon the softened earth. She was cautious, weary, conscious of the world around her. She knew that there were monsters lurking, beasts in her shadows. But she payed them no heed, instead working her way through a field, one that was quite barren during this day, leaves changing from vibrant greens to darker reds, browns and oranges flickering in the leaves as well. Grass was turning sour, yellowing as the heat washes away, bringing forth crisp air that made one's skin tingle.

A dark avian swoops above her head, perching upon her croup with silver eyes wide. Early morning dew still clung to her bodice, covering the length of her body from her morning trot outside of the broken wall of the Edge. Droplets slip from her barrel, body shimmering, reflecting the sun that peeks out above the horizon. Halting as soon as a shrill, horrifying laugh hits her ears. A screech from a child, a voice that makes her heart stop and her body shake. She recalls the voice of the little monster quite well, the way she would giggle whilst running around her legs, weaving in and out before the childe would trip over herself. The way she cried out as she was beaten, destroyed, leaving exposed flesh and tears cutting through the crimson stains. The memories haunt her, making her want to crumble now, but she pushes herself forward.

She spots the child, one with a little roaned body, under the white hairs there lays a coat of similar colouring to the little monster. Her body shakes violently, her heart pounding rapidly as she gazes at the child and her hound. Lior ruffles his feathers, staring down upon the mutt with displeasure. Taking a hesitant step back, she fears it is too late, that the child may have already noticed her glitter figure a few yards away. Taking a step forward, she tries to surpass the child, if there was breath to hold she would be squeezing it tightly, praying that this bomb waiting to go off would remain there and not blow her sky high. She did not want to be near such an unpredictable creature, one that could slay someone within moments or cling to them with big, dewy eyes that melt your heart to reveal your true self, where you become a vulnerable victim for them to prey upon.

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for. arya
notes.
credit. thanks to seth cohen. at caution.