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01-18-2013, 06:03 PM
This beach - it reminds her of Isilme. It reminds her of home.
Oh how she yearns to return, to frolic in the saline waters of the Moonlit Tides; the acrid brine kissing her pale physique, embracing her like a kindred lover. Instead, she is trapped here, in this imposter of a home - this land known as Helovia - the land of the sun - whereas Isilme lays so far away. The dappled mare's beloved land of moonlight, with her once magnificent valleys and russet mountain peaks, lays in ruinous decay, her borders overrun with the restless spirits of the dead. She pines for the cool breath of the mountainous breeze to sweep past her mottled hide, the cerise rock of her Windswept Cliffs clapping beneath her dished hooves.
Never again, she thinks helplessly. What a cruel twist of fate to be denied the comfort of her one true home; the place of her birth; the land of peace and love and hate and war all simultaneously.
Oh how she yearns to return, to frolic in the saline waters of the Moonlit Tides; the acrid brine kissing her pale physique, embracing her like a kindred lover. Instead, she is trapped here, in this imposter of a home - this land known as Helovia - the land of the sun - whereas Isilme lays so far away. The dappled mare's beloved land of moonlight, with her once magnificent valleys and russet mountain peaks, lays in ruinous decay, her borders overrun with the restless spirits of the dead. She pines for the cool breath of the mountainous breeze to sweep past her mottled hide, the cerise rock of her Windswept Cliffs clapping beneath her dished hooves.
Never again, she thinks helplessly. What a cruel twist of fate to be denied the comfort of her one true home; the place of her birth; the land of peace and love and hate and war all simultaneously.
