the Rift


[PRIVATE] i'm the one at the sail

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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Mordecai was reminded constantly about why she had chosen to leave the Dragon's Throat and hadn't joined another herd since. The taste of freedom was addicting and the fact that she had no one to answer to but herself made it all the more appealing. There were no patrols, no meetings, no mandatory spars. There was only her and the open air, the trees, the grass and the water. Of course there was the occasional other mare or stallion that she would run into, but she rarely spared any of them a glance or even a word of greeting. Appearing unfriendly often deterred any unwanted conversation and if that didn't work ignoring their advances usually did.

The dark mare hadn't been paying any real attention to where she was going, she was simply following a brook as it wound its way through the forest, around trees and bushes. In the back of her mind she knew that water usually lead to other horses, it not entire herds, but the curiosity of where it would bring her trumped any potential interaction with other living, breathing beings. A raccoon took shelter in some bushes to her left and a squirrel skittered up a tree to her right, chattering a warning to others that she couldn't see and didn't bother with looking for.

Water splashed around her legs, droplets of it dotted her chest and neck, then ran in small rivulets,  cutting clean lines through the sand and dirt that made her coat appear more brown than black. Seconds later she broke through the treeline and came into a small clearing that housed some sort of building. Mordecai slowed, then stopped and stood in knee-deep water, staring intently at the structure. She had seen things similar in the Dragon's Throat, but why would anyone build anything like that here and not in a herd land.

The question only lingered in Mordecai's mind for a fraction of a minute before she decided, quite easily, that it didn't really matter why it was there or who had built it. She extended her right wing and swung her head around to begin grooming her feathers.

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Translation:


MORDECAI

maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
credits

@Abraham
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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