We Are Children of Blood & Fire

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[OPEN] We Are Children of Blood & Fire

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

Reli

#22

06-02-2017, 03:54 AM

We build it up, we tear it down

We leave our pieces on the ground

I don’t feel welcome here.

I feel uncomfortable.
Even though the fine red sands of the desert, and the packed dry earth, are similar to all I have ever known, it is not comforting. (Perhaps it is because of that reason, that it is all I have ever known, and I can never seem to outrun a past of horror that is hell-bent on haunting me, that I remain in a haze of misery and despair). Of course, as much as I would like (try) to hold blame and grudges against the others who live here, I know in my heart that I cannot. My isolation is by no one’s doing other than my own.

I sequester myself—

(Eagerly, desperately, and stubbornly—) I shut myself away from the rest of the world.
It is all that I know how to do.

(And, sometimes, I wonder if I even want that to change.)

With lips sealed and my heart carefully locked up, I watch as the herd’s party unfolds. Stubbornly (foolishly) I remain in the comfort of the shadows, just outside the firelight and behind those who worship the God of the Sun. They are laughing, drinking, and seem to be enjoying themselves. There is a small part of me, somewhere deep and private, that nearly urges me to join them—but the thought is buried beneath years of abuse and doubt before it can even register properly within my mind.

Instead I lean my weight backwards, flicking the dusty length of my tail (the ends of which don’t even make it off the sands), and simply settle for the familiarity of my silence and isolation.

notes; She's finally here, kind of ;-;
“Speech.”

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