the Rift


Gold

Mihtal Posts: 26
Dragon's Throat Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 3.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 :: 8 years HP: 56.0 | Buff: Novice
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I had found a small group of shabby-looking trees to rest beneath, lying hidden among their skeletal shadows, while basking in the warmth from the sun above. I’m only half conscious when I hear the call—a great, bellowing voice that blusters over the dry desert, and clamors around me until I can nearly feel it in my bones. I’m not used to being in a herd, but it is obvious that this is some sort of summons for everyone on the island. I jump to my feet with little grace, scraping my face and neck against the scraggly branches as I back up with agitated steps.

Ignoring the sting of the fresh, shallow cuts (I’ve had much worse, I try to forget—), I glance around me, trying to ground myself among the vast desert. There is a pillar of fiery light in the distance, and noticing the hazy shapes that seem to flock towards it, I decide that it is likely where I’m supposed to go. One step forward, and then another, and then—do I really have to go? I dread the idea of being surrounded by the rest of the herd, milling together like cattle, with nowhere to run or hide.

What would happen if I didn’t go?

Would it really be so bad?

I shift my weight backwards, biting my lip until I fear the skin will break. Ultimately, after several long moments of wrestling with myself, I trudge forward again. I realize that I don’t really want to find out the answer to my question, and like a lamb going to the slaughter, I force myself towards the crowd.

Unlike almost everyone else already gathered, I do not recognize the tall, blazing stallion that stands at the head of the assembly (although I can tell he is obviously the one directing this meeting). There is something inherently important about him, and if it weren’t already natural for me to do so, I would have lowered my head out of blind respect. Recognizing no one except Najya, I halt behind the others, somewhere kind of close to the russet mare’s side. Still, I don’t think she can see me, so I arch my neck, allowing my hair to fall around me like a curtain. As small as possible.

“Speech.”
I pirouette in the dark
Tired mechanical heart—Beats til the song disappears

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Messages In This Thread
Gold - by God of the Sun - 02-13-2017, 11:13 AM
RE: Gold - by Ampere - 02-13-2017, 11:54 AM
RE: Gold - by Iskra - 02-13-2017, 12:10 PM
RE: Gold - by Volterra - 02-13-2017, 12:51 PM
RE: Gold - by Maren - 02-13-2017, 01:30 PM
RE: Gold - by Arakh - 02-13-2017, 02:30 PM
RE: Gold - by Patrick - 02-13-2017, 06:17 PM
RE: Gold - by Vezér - 02-13-2017, 10:36 PM
RE: Gold - by Shahrokh - 02-13-2017, 11:14 PM
RE: Gold - by Farah - 02-14-2017, 12:33 AM
RE: Gold - by Saoirse - 02-14-2017, 02:41 AM
RE: Gold - by Najya - 02-14-2017, 12:48 PM
RE: Gold - by Mihtal - 02-16-2017, 02:11 AM
RE: Gold - by Sunjata - 02-23-2017, 01:23 AM
RE: Gold - by Esinakh - 02-26-2017, 10:42 AM
RE: Gold - by God of the Sun - 03-06-2017, 12:11 PM
RE: Gold - by Ampere - 03-07-2017, 11:58 PM
RE: Gold - by Volterra - 03-11-2017, 12:29 PM
RE: Gold - by Saoirse - 03-15-2017, 02:23 AM

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