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A caged bird with broken wings.

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She was a caged bird with broken wings...

 
 

It were the voices that kept her up at night.

Through the turmoil, rage, and deception, it had always been the voices. They were crawling up her flesh and out her ears, twisting around her neck and strangling her to death. The voices were what caught up to her. Among the chaotic spin of life around her, it had always been the voices, yet it was only now that someone had taken action. The gestures had started out small and unnoticeable, as small as the grass that they were stepping on. Her herd had always expressed their opinions through brutality, yet with every moment they could, they began to avoid the young mare. She wasn't wanted. Her silence wasn't needed. Even after years of her staying obedient within her herd, her presence wasn't' wanted by any of them anymore. As the sickness within her head grew more and more, they believed her to be nothing but useless. It had started out with a simple gesture, a nip here and there upon the flank of the young mare. Maybe a shove or two at the creek when she went to drink, yet with every push and shove came the bitterness.  A herd that was meant to love her, care for her, and even fight for her was the one pushing her over the edge of the cliff just waiting to see her fall, yet she couldn't necessarily say that those things were not true to begin with. The gestures escalated into what seemed like a treacherous battle, leaving her bloodied and broken upon a field with no one. Yet with the loneliness, she always found her way back to the herd that no longer gave a crap about the young mare. Lyric was in the past. And she soon found that out. 
 
After what seemed like ages, the mare was finally pushed away from what she had called daily life. The stallion had enough of the mare and her supposed 'crazy' antics. She spoke to herself; therefore, according to her herd, she wasn't fit for them. They didn't need her. They didn't want her. So after being beaten, bitten, and scarred, Lyric finally understood the message. Schizophrenia wasn't welcomed there. Nothing but the best for her past herd, so she ran. After days of being driven into the ground like the dirt under their hooves, she ran. Her body weak, her stomach empty, she ran. Away from her family. Away from her herd. And away from her home. Only that she anticipated the worst. 

You're not worthy to stay with them, Lyric. The voices were there, though; keeping the young mare company along the way as she dragged herself over what seemed like ruins. Her flank, along with bits and pieces of her body, was covered with dried blood, the dark red standing out upon her buckskin. Her head shook, a snort coming from her nose as she tried to direct her attention away from anything. She wasn't ready for this. For any of this. She wasn't sure what to do. Whether it was the sun radiating upon her body, or the grumbling of her stomach, she wasn't ready for any of what was to come and she knew that. You'll never be ready. She bit at the air, shaking her head more as she stomped in anger, the voices taunting her once again. At the moment, she was ready to reply out loud even though she barely talked already. She was ready to lash out at nothing, to seek out the voices and bite the hides of the ones who dared to taunt her, yet that is what got her into this mess in the first place. Lyric knew that it was quite possible nobody would take her into their herd. She was, dared she say it, defected. She knew that others didn't take kindly to those who were different, especially in an open setting where the weak were useless. She wanted nothing but to go back to her own herd, but there was nothing left for her there. Nothing but bitter faces and teeth ready to lash out upon her thin body. 

So she went on, her eyes glancing over the green grass and the willowy trees, as her nimble legs maneuvered quickly through the terrain. She wasn't used to this, yet she would have to be now. And she knew this clearly as she continued on her way. Finally she dipped her head, gathering a small bit of grass within her mouth before chewing lightly, her hooves softly dragging over the greenery as she munched. Lyric only ached for what was best for her, and a lone mare out in the middle of nowhere wasn't quite the right idea. 

No one will take you, Lyric. You're delusional, dearie. 

Cackles rose within her head. The voices mocking her loudly, taking over her sense of hearing. Her hooves kicked at the moment, her head shaking wildly before she glanced up at the sky shooting through the trees above her. She silently wished for something more. Something to better herself, yet her wishes were never answered. 

And they never will be.

 


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#2

Much had changed this season and it was hard to figure out if it was actually a good thing or if it was bad. All her life she had been so opposed to change yet here she was standing in the middle of it. A new homeland, a new life... was this really what was best for her? Now more than ever she wished that there was someone she could talk to that could give her advice and maybe a little comfort. She longed for her parents to be there with her but life had taken that from her long ago. Was her uncertainty and fearfulness in life somehow related to experiences of the past? Sighing softly she knew better than to ask questions that there would never be answers for. What she needed to do was try and focus on the future and what it may hold. There was her son to think about and trying to create a life that he could be happy in without worrying constantly about her, not that she wanted him to in the first place. Perhaps the future could hold happiness and...and all those other things that people talk about. Sure lets stick with that version and hope to hell that it happens so she might be able to believe all her attempts at being positive for once. Death, despair and heartbreak were not in the future... well in her positive thinking side of things anyways. Laughing to herself she tried to believe those thoughts while she attempted to ignore the other side of her that was screaming to run away while she still had the chance. 

Trodding onwards through the snow the mare hoped to find something familiar to tell her where she had managed to end up this time. Her sense of direction had been thrown off when the herd had made the move to the falls. Things were no longer where they once were leaving her feeling similar to the day she had arrived here in Helovia. Wandering at random for what seemed like hours she finally managed to find something that was familiar! See she wasn't completely useless she could at least manage to find the threshold though getting back home might take some work. Pushing away those thoughts she chose to focus on the sole reason she had come out here in the first place, recruiting new arrivals. While it was in her new job description she would much rather be trying to figure out how to channel the earth god's crafting magic back home. 

It wasn't long before the scent of a stranger crossed her path leading her off in another direction. Moving cautiously now her blue eyes scanned left and right, back and forth trying to find whoever might be out there before they found her. It was at times like this that she was thankful that her white coat helped camouflage her against the snowy landscape. Moving slowly through the trees her eyes finally caught sight of the new mare not too far up ahead. Observing her from afar for a minute or two she gathered her courage and stepped into the small clearing pasting a kind smile to her face. Wickering softly in greeting she lifted her head hoping to catch the mare's eye. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" She asked gently noticing the rather girl's rather despondent like expression. Now let's hope that this mare doesn't kill her. 
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#3
Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.



The remnants of her past had finally seemed to drift away. As much as she wished to cling to her family, they were gone for good. Her daughters were gone, and to add insult to injury, it seems Oxy had fell off the face of the planet with them. Was this what she got for trying to defend her home? Should she have just bent over backwards and spoon fed the land into the mouths of the greedy? Maybe she should have. But it was too long ago, and society was moving on without her. And without society, she would be left with absolutely nothing. 

Edgar sat quietly, peeping softly, almost like a purr to comfort his bonded. The frosty bird shared in her agony, but day by day, the wound was healing, and it was just a little easier to breathe. For now, all was good. The Edge, even when dripping with bitterness, had given her the chance to start over. For that, she owed them her life, and much less, a better chance at survival. She had already witness one home fall to ruins, and she couldn't let her new one fall into the distant memories of others. The Edge would learn to thrive if it was up to her, and she was going to do everything in her power to get in there.

The only way to help now through, was to recruit. The Edge was barren, lacking any sort of real her interaction. Everyone that was there already worked in their own little world. The kings did whatever it was they did, she did her recruiting thing, and the healers and crafters she supposed were on standby for work. Speaking of crafters, did they even have a glazier yet? Shaking her head, she took off, flying straight towards the threshold, in search of someone, or thing, to bring home. 

The flight was monotonous and quiet, Edgar had curled up on her poll to take a short nap. He was still growing, and it took a lot of energy out of him. As quietly as possible, Elsa landed just outside of the threshold, and tucked her wings gently against her side. The sound of female a female voice caught her ears, and she began to follow the sound to its source.

Sitting just inside a small clearing were two mares. One looked, and smelled new. The other, well she, in Elsa's opinion, smelled heavily of the Falls. Calling that place home for so long had ingrained that scent into her. Maybe Elsa was wrong though, and she would have a much easier time standing in the grey woman's presence. Otherwise, it was going to turn into a conversation of fake smiles and wishes. That was so much harder to do than to actually be happy. So Elsa dipped her head respectfully to them both, turning to the smallest of the three. "Welcome to Helovia miss. My name is Elsa, a Forungar, or better known as a general, of the World's Edge. Do you need any assistance? I could escort you back to the Edge if you need some rest and shelter?" A smile spread across her face, to reassure both, that as of now, she had no intention of hurting either. Edgar stirred upon her head, poking his head up from her mess of tangled mane, and squawked happily, greeting these new strangers.

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She was a caged bird with broken wings...

 
 

You can't run, not from us.

The pain followed in waves as she heard the voices conclude what she had already thought. They were instant, continuous, and butchering her from the inside out. It was them that got her into this mess in the first place, the same thing that had erupted the ground she walked on into thousands of tiny shards. She hadn't been ready for that. Nobody could have been ready for that. Yet she didn't have to be ready to allow it to happen. She couldn't escape them, yet others could. Lyric was almost certain that if she could, she would leave her presence as well. She was too much, and the stallions within her herd had concluded that it would only get worse with time. The hallucinations were beginning to fall to the front more than reality was, the voices were only getting more demanding with time, and the young mare's emotions were being amplified severely. Her belief was as strong as the disease, believing that soon she will be nothing but a walking nightmare.  


What do you think, Lyric? Is she real? 
 
 It took her a moment to understand what the voices were talking about until she glanced around. Her pale eyes sought out the figure of a mare, coming forth from the dense trees and into the clearing she was in, and instantly her hesitation grew.Was she real? Her own thoughts were conflicted with reality and the hallucinations, making her stand still within the clearing only to stare at her. She seemed real. In her mind, though, everything seemed real. Her eyes shimmered as she stared at her in what seemed like utter fascination. Even though she was already three years old, she had gained a sense of innocence about the world. Everything through her eyes seemed to appear in the most mystical of ways, a gracefulness about life. Yet now, she wasn't quite sure about the world. The world she had somehow come to love was now filled with hatefulness and bitterness, a side she had never seen outside of her own herd. But as she stared at the mare who approached her within the clearing, her outlook began to change. Her eyes watched as the lips of the mare spoke, yet the words that came out weren't heard. Her thoughts were reeling and turning so fast and abruptly that even she was having trouble understanding what she said. It was a tumble of foggy words, all squished together within her ear canal. Was this a trick of my mind again?

It's always a trick, dearie; a riddle you'll never solve.

 Lyric's ears finally caught up with the world, yet as she stared at the mare, her wariness grew. Her questions's a trick as well. While it might have not been true, the young mare still worried for her own safety. Her own herd had taught the mare well not to trust people. With strangers, their intentions were never clear, yet as Lyric contemplated that, her eyes darted to another figure parting the trees, another mare entering into the clearing with unrecognizable intentions.

I'm cornered. Yet her thoughts deceived her just like the intentions of the strangers. Her throat had fallen dry and her ears were flickering back in what seemed like hesitation and fear. Her feet were shuffling upon the ground in hesitation and then there was the subtle flick of her tail. She wasn't quite sure how to address either of them, not when she was horrible at conversation. She had never been addressed when speaking to. Within her herd, there were the silent mares and the stallions who were in charge, nothing more and nothing less. Yet these mares, while not fully boisterous, they were able to speak with no hesitation. Something she wasn't used to. 

How do you expect to live in a herd if you can't even speak to them? 

For once, she was confused if the voices were her own thoughts. They were so brutally true, so correct that even she was having trouble understanding which one they were before the laughter sounded. She swallowed once again, shaking her head for only a moment before she summed up the courage to speak to the two mares.  Maybe it was nothing much more than a few words at a time, yet it was a start for the constantly silent mare. 

"I believe assistance isn't needed," Her words were so quiet among the trees, barely spoken to the wind, yet she ached that that would know what she said. She cleared her throat for only a moment before she glanced back at them, meeting their eyes for only a brief moment. "My name is Lyric, and your welcome is appreciated. Yet for the moment, any herd who will accept me will be doing me a favor." Just like the other, her words barely escaped her lips in fear of what they would think of her. Whether her words even mattered upon the stranger's ears. 

ooc: Brisa, if that is rusty, I envy you so much. And Elsa, thank you for the welcome, dear! c: Both of you write so well, I'm just sitting here in utter awe and humiliation of how horrid my writing it; thank you both for posting! 



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#5

Studying the newcomer with curiosity it was clear to her that there was much more to her than met the eye. On the outside her frame suggested strength and beauty but it was the eyes that gave her away. Confusion seemed to dance across her expression while the darkness of fear or uncertainty clouded her eyes. One that she knew well considering it was always a part of herself despite her attempts to get rid of. Pulling her orbs from the girl's face she swept her gaze down over her body casually taking all of her appearance into account. The beautiful hue of gold and black was a sight to be seen but something seemed to be muddling its true colour. Upon closer inspection she felt her stomach clench in horror as she recognized the matted blood stains and wounds littering her pelt. Blinking a couple times to be sure this was actually what it was she no longer looked upon the buckskin mare but rather that of herself not so long ago. 

Shock spread over her like a tidal wave numbing her limbs and essentially taking her back in time to that very moment. The pain had been nearly unbearable with every part of her body wanting to shut down and give up. Her coat was no longer the snowy white it was today but rather an ugly shade of brown and red mottling. Flicking her ears back with uncertainty for the briefest moment she shook her head to clear away the images and horrible flashback. This was not her.. she needed to get a grip and focus on the here and now. Taking a breath to clear her head she stepped slightly closer to the younger girl concern etched into her features. What had happened to this poor mare? Obviously something traumatizing for she was covered in her own blood, well she assumed that it was hers. 

Lifting her head as another voice drew her attention she looked around to find another mare approaching them. While she looked oddly familiar she could not place where she had seen her before. As she neared the subtle yet distinct scent of the ocean wafted over her, this mare was from the Edge. Returning the friendly smile she nodded her head slightly in greeting cocking an ear forward to listen to her words. "It is nice to meet you both. My name is Brisa and I come from a place called the.. the Hidden Falls." Catching herself she managed insert the proper herd name instead of calling herself a member of the Edge. It had been a part of her for so long and in a way it always would despite living elsewhere now. She missed the mist, the ocean and the forest dearly but she needed to accept that it was not her home any longer. " Like Elsa, I too can offer you a place to stay and call home if you wish. The Falls would be more than happy to open our family to you. I could even help you take care of your wounds and perhaps afterwards I can show you around."  She offered politely hoping that she would be able to help her out in some way. Aly had taught her about different herbs that would be helpful for something like this, surely the Falls would have a good supply of them. Somewhere along the line she had made the switch from healer to mason but when exactly she knew not. Both jobs were equally important but really at opposite ends of the spectrum if you thought about it but that was a thought for another day.


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#6
Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.



Not in need of assistance? By the looks of it, she seemed exhausted, and possible wounded. Elsa scrunched her nose, but nodded respectfully in Lyric's direction. If she said she didn't need help, Elsa would take her word for it. Why would she lie about it anyway? Her attention flickered to the mare then, Brisa as she had introduced herself. She was a mare of the Hidden Falls, which was no surprise to her. She smelled of that thick foliage. Elsa brushed it off quickly though, hiding any signs of her discomfort behind a warm smile as she began to talk to the timid mare. "The World's Edge would welcome you warmly. We are a relatively new herd, so all of us there are learning about each other. You'd fit right in. And if you do decide you need help, we have very skilled healers." She shrugged, not sure how to keep the conversation moving. Elsa was never one for stories or small talk, but she was learning. It seemed apt to try, at least for now, to keep Lyric's interest. She seemed lost in another world, almost like she wasn't here. "So how did you find yourself in Helovia?" It was a touchy question for most, but one Elsa was always interested in. It was amazing to see how many different lands existed outside of Helovia. Elsa was beginning to think Helovia was the last place to go, beyond here, there was nothing. It was like the last attempt at survival.

Edgar on the other hand, was growing bored with the silence, and decided to speak up again. He peeped flapping his wings. Elsa blinked a few times, shaking her head lightly to get him to calm down. It didn't matter how old he got, he would always be loud and cocky. "Excuse him, his name is Edgar. He was just trying to say hi, likes to meet new horses." He settled then, sitting stout and smug atop her head, fluffing his feathers for a little extra pizzazz. 

Elsa then turned to Brisa, the new mare. She seemed nice enough, at least for now. Maybe she was one of the ones that decided not to fight. Sitting idly by was better than brute force, and forgiveness was something Elsa needed to embrace. "It is a pleasure to meet you Brisa, have you been in Helovia long?" Another question she was genuinely interested in. Learning a little bit about those around you never caused any harm.

See Elsa, you can be nice sometimes.

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She was a caged bird with broken wings...

 
 

She's staring, little bird.

Lyric's eyes darted to the female who had introduced herself as Brisa, watching as she stared at the bites and blood upon her own coat. This wasn't what she wanted. After years of her living within a herd who had called themselves brave, she never wanted pity to fill the eyes of others as they stared at her. The blood was what made her strong. The blood was what they wanted. The blood was something no one else would have understood. Yet as orbs danced over the bites and nicks upon her coat, she stiffened in what felt like utter fear. The pain came rushing back, the numbness faded in a rush of memories, and yet she still tried to compose herself. Her hooves shifted upon the ground once more, her ears tilted toward the mare as she spoke, offering help to her. 

No one can help you, little bird. You know this. 

More cackles rose within her head, teeth snapping, and creatures trampling throughout her mind. They were eating away at her flesh, eating away at her mind, destroying everything and anything in their path. She muttered a word, a single syllable quietly to herself to ward off the voices, yet it didn't work. It never worked. Why won't it work? She closed her eyes to compose herself. They didn't need to see the things swirling within her mind. To her, it was a disease. If they saw it, they would believe it was contagious. Just like her past herd, her brutal herd, they would run as well. She knew the hidden truths of their kind. She knew how corrupted they could be. Yet even with the two seemingly nice mares, they could be deceiving her. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she listened to the other mare. Elsa, was it? They both offered assistance, and pretended as if they cared, yet she had gotten those words more than once in her life. Trust them, Lyric. She took in a deep breath, breathing in through her nose and out past her lips before she opened her terrified orbs. 

Listen closely, little bird. She wants to know how you got here.

She hadn't heard the question, or she hadn't comprehended the words, either way, she wasn't listening. Her eyes darted toward the bird that had been hidden within Elsa's mane. Confusion came across her as she watched it settled atop her head, yet even with the bird in question, she wasn't able to comprehend why someone would keep a bird so close to them. Why anyone would keep anything so close to them, yet she wouldn't voice those opinions. The question was the thing being consumed by the voices now, not the bird. 

"I...ran," She was confused. Whether it be the circumstances or the question, she wasn't quite for certain. But that is how she came to be here. With the blood on her coat and the bite marks marring her flesh; that is how she came to be here. "Thank you both for your...hospitality. Yet I'm not sure which offer I shall take." She was awkward with her words, her tongue heavy within her mouth once again. Her frame backed up once again, her eyes glancing around the clearing. She felt trapped, yet she had to stay. There was no going back to her old herd. She wouldn't go back. Not when the voices were what drove her away in the first place.  

ooc: I'm so sorry for the wait, dearies! I just started back at school, so it's been quite chaotic. I hope you all will forgive me for that, as well as how horrid this post is. c:
 



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#8
Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.



Elsa wasn't sure what was causing Lyric's timidity, but it began to unsettle her. Usually by now, those she had talked to calmed down from their adventure. The fact that the pale lady still seemed to be a little bit out of her wits had Elsa on edge. Who knew what followed her here, or what secrets she held. All Elsa knew was that it would be much easier to protect and defend once she was out of the thick treeline. It was so easy to sneak around out here, literally anyone could be listening in.

But Elsa did her best to keep her wits, and began to respond to Lyric's indecisiveness. "You don't need to take either of our offers, if you do not wish to. Many choose to live the life as an outcast, as some prefer that over herd life." She shrugged, shuffling her own feet. "In fact, when I first arrived, I lived as an outcast. Although, I did tend to wander with a group." It was useless information really, but if Lyric benefited from it, that was at least somewhat worth it. "Whatever you were running away from, it won't get you here. I can promise you that." She extended her muzzle, huffing gently to reassure the girl. While in Elsa's vision, she would do anything to keep harm away. "So if you want, you are welcome to come with me to visit the Edge. If you do not like it there, you are welcome to leave, and I could escort you. But if you do like it, it would be nice to have some more company there." Edgar peeped again, flapping his wings harshly to signal his agreement with that statement. The Edge was still left barren after the invasion, and it was time that it started filling up again.

And with that Elsa fell silent. Her attention then turned to Brisa, to see if she had anything to add. Knowing what she knew now, it was interesting to see how Falls members portrayed it. They almost acted like it was perfect sometimes. Bitterness rose to the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down. Too much time had passed, and although Elsa would love nothing more than to see the Falls fall again, she needed to move on.

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#9
If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.” .


In most cases it was difficult to relate to many of the equine, unicorns and winged ones as she had never lived the life that many of them had experienced. Generally they would have grown up with their parents or even parent before moving on in the world to find where they belonged. It would have been nice if that had been her life but sadly her's was anything but similar. Her parents had been ripped from her very early on in life leaving her to fend for herself at a very young age where no child should have to go without their parents. Life from there on out had literally turned into a living nightmare that she would never wish upon another soul. Many scars littered her skin while only a few managed to alter her appearance making it obvious to anyone who cared to look closer. The largest being upon her neck and shoulder was one of the ones she would never forget how it was obtained. She had been lucky that day but it did not feel like it for she had lost more than just herself in that horrible encounter. Shuddering as the scene flashed back to her she quickly tried to think of anything but those stallions. 

Lost in her own mind it appeared that she had lost track of time for when she came back to earth Elsa was just finishing whatever she was talking about. She heard a few words here or there but the majority of it was mumble jumble that had not really registered. Hopefully whatever it was had not been directed towards her at any point or she would wind up looking stupid in front of the others. Not exactly what she had in mind but if it happened it happened there was no changing that fact. Meeting people was not exactly her strongest point but she found herself quite taken by Lyric. Something about her or her story thus far seemed to put her more at ease than she was with other strangers. Perhaps it was because she could relate on some level to what she could be potentially going through. "Whatever you decide is alright with me. It has to be something that you feel right about but still my offer will be there should you change your mind, if you chose to go along with Elsa that is." She commented lightly with a smile.

"When I arrived here many seasons ago I too had been running from something. Somehow I managed to find some comfort by becoming a member of my herd. I don't regret that decision and it was probably one of the best things I could have done." She added trying to comfort the young girl in some way or another. It really did not matter to her which way she chose to go but it would be nice as Elsa had said to have some more company. Hey if she did come back to the Falls with her she would be the first member she had approved herself. Since becoming Mason she had kinda overlooked some of the duties of the job such as recruitment and all that went along with it. The others had always been so quick to respond to newcomers that she never really had the chance to accept someone into the Falls. 



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