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09-17-2015, 11:30 PM
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars Creideamh ar neamh! Not again, Gods be merciful! The little faerie mare galloped as fast as her tiny legs could take her, cutting the reflective surface of the shallow water with her splashing. As soon as she had come across the unfamiliar landscape fear had gripped her little heart, for a new land must mean bloodshed was soon to follow, it had not already come to pass. She had come to late twice now, hearing the tale of the Bear God that had been slain in the Bloodfalls and come across the carnage of the Wolf in the Labyrinth. Both had been horrifying and the gentle-hearted girl could not help but wish that the Lords of the Sun and Earth would be more merciful if they found lands to take. She had seen the flames erupt on the horizon and feared she might have once again come too late but as she neared she saw no battle had yet happened. There stood the sungod and some familiar faces of Helovians and yet more in strange colors and forms, but she saw no beast, not stolen God. She moved quickly past the figures, sliding to a halt near the golden god. "Ah Ghrian...my Lord...." Her words came out between heaving breaths as she struggled to recover from her dash. for a second she hung her head low, truing to take in enough air to her restricting lungs so she could speak. "Please fair Sun... let there be no bloodshed here! There must be other ways..." She gazed up at the Bright One imploringly with her watery grey eyes. Surely he would listen for he was light and light was good. Wasn't that right? ”.” Translations: creideamh ar neamh - faith in heaven ah ghrian - my sun Mentions: @God of the Sun Summary: Races in like a pony out of hell, and addresses Sunny |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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