Adura
Tighten your tie boy, here's something to die for.
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Softly as the falling snow, the unicorn came, drifting in with the wind. It was the first time she had ventured from the safety of World’s Edge, the first time she had dared to leave the embrace of the gentle fog that cloaked her new home. Here, in this frozen land, everything was painfully bright and solid. Once, she had loved the sun, had danced through meadows filled with glorious light and laughed with the pleasure of being alive. Once upon a time, she had been innocent. It was too bad those days were over.
Still, the snow and ice here were beautiful in a way, glittering like a vast field of diamonds, offering solace to the heartbroken angel in their own clumsy way. The display did not comfort her, but it did serve as a distraction, the dancing pinpoints tempting her to let go of her identity and just watch them. Not her beloved fog, that wrapped gently around her body and pulled her mind into nonexistence, but better than nothing. Better than remembering.
The sun began to set as she remained motionless in the chilling snow, casting a bloody light across the pristine white of her surroundings, staining her own pure coat with crimson and turning her gold horn into a stained spear. The way it should have been. Though not a vicious creature, Adura wishes pain upon the angels who had stolen her beloved away while holding captive with their divine magic. She placed her faith in the heavenly father, but his warriors were another story, or at least that particular group had been. Zealots, slaughtering the fallen in God’s name, daring to claim it was His will.
They lied. Forsaken, it is all she has to cling to. He was loving and merciful. Surely he wouldn’t order senseless death? Yet, it had been allowed, and that almost seemed to be a worse crime. There may not have been an order for Azazel’s death, but the act had been permitted to happen. Deep blue eyes close in a futile attempt to shut out the pain, and a tear trickles down her cheek, freezing before it can fall to the ground. Those she had encountered here were kind, but they did not understand. When the purpose for your life is ended, what is left to live for?
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A stallion traveled, hooves embracing the last snowfall over the land. It was birdsong now, and although he had hid himself in the Edge for a small while, there was still snow in the backwoods of his forgotten home. He traveled the way back towards the Basin, wondering what the hell had happened to him. The mirror images of his life flashed through his eyes once more, and nothing dawned on him, for nothing had changed. He stumbled through the melting snow of the Threshold, missing the feeling of winter upon him. He felt a twang of bittersweet melancholy stab at his heart. He continued on, his spirits getting lower with each step, until they were nothing more than the grass he had stepped on, plummeted into the ground a thousand times with hammers and knives. He couldn’t have been more hopeless at this time, and some might feel sorry for him. He once again questioned his racism. Was it right? Right to take out losing his only home on all of the other innocents living there, or that were not involved with the Qian. He didn’t know that answer. It seemed like it would be no, but the answer was a complex one. It was, after all, hornless that did this. So was everyone but unicorns to blame for this? Or was it just everyone to blame for this, because they failed to protect his home in the first place? He was at the Arch now, and he looked up toward the Basin. He shook his head, his mind and body full of sadness. What could he do to change all of this, to make it all better? Could he even make it all better? He hung his head. He felt like hiding again.
He looked around to find emptiness greeting his irises. He slowly made his way into the Frozen Arch. Screw the Basin. I don’t care. It’s not like anyone’s going to wonder where I am anyways, or that anyone cares. He truly believed it that to be the rightful truth. He wondered around the caves not paying attention to anything. Even the ice that had him so entranced when he had met Sandman did not grab his attention. However, another unicorn did. It was a mare, and she was staring toward the sun. The light hit her golden horn in just the right way that is sparkled. A little bit of his old self came back, and he was interested in her, but he didn’t know if he could talk to her. He just stood there, half looking at her, unsure of what to do in this moment. He really wanted to be alone, but maybe meeting someone new was just what he needed.
"talk talk talk"
"think think think"
I am no longer going into the cbox due to recent events. You can PM on this (Valentine's) account, go on my skype (teeroo777), or PM me on DA (teeroo). Thank you.
Credits to picture on page, since they won't show up since they are in black: http://twiwolf.deviantart.com/art/Free-Love-362011598
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