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[PRIVATE] Afis seris

Mordecai Posts: 77
Aurora Basin Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 3 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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Afis seris.

Afis seris.

Afis seris.


Her father's voice repeated in her head with each beat of her wings against the air. Afis seris. Fly free. When he'd first spoken the words to her she'd wanted to scoff at him, to snort in his face and tell him that she would never fly. She'd been hellbent on hating the wings that had made her birth-mother hate her and want to kill her only minutes after she'd been born. It made her wonder if her father had known that she'd grow fond of them. Had he known that she would chase after the freedom that he had spoke of then? Had he known that she would desire it so badly that she would travel farther and farther away from home every day? That she would consider leaving the Throat to make her own way in the world where she could truly fly free?

"Afis seris." She  whispered to herself, her dark eyes closing as she continued to fly. The cold wind whipped through her hair, tangling and knotting it more than it had been before. She had no particular place in mind when she'd left the Throat. She only knew that she wanted to fly away from everything and everyone, but that was no different from any other day. She selfishly took as much time for herself as she could and felt no guilt whatsoever about it.

Her eyes opened and she looked down toward the ground and frowned when she saw the sky and herself reflected back up at her. What was this? Curiously, the girl began to descend and fly lower. Her forehooves reached toward the ground, the very tips of them skimming the water as she flew. Water...? Her wings flared out at her sides, catching the wind to slow her down more and more. Not too far away she could see a familiar black and white figure standing on top of the water and that was what convinced the girl to land because if he could stand without sinking then so could she.



"."


Translation:
Afis seris - fly free


MORDECAI

maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
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the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey


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