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04-22-2013, 05:35 PM
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Arielle Arielle moves, her breathes intense, mental pain stricken her to the floor of a frosty earth. Muzzle deeply buried within the snow as she frolics inside her dreams. They stand alone. Cold, battered, broken. Watching from the cliff side a whole new war... Bones clash and shrill cries pierce the air. Arielles mother a short distance away, standing beside the beloved leader of the small clan, observing a victorious win while a whole other band limps away; beaten. Those blue eyes moving from the battlefield to her tiny foal lying in the grass, tightened in sleep. Troubled not but the loud cries below. Arielle was the foal. A sickly foal. They all believed she wouldn't make it past a few months but the strong mare proved them wrong. Growing into a muscular gal. Running alongside to the great black friesian, the rest in a huddle behind them, not far. Moments before the attack. The sound of wings above in the air toppling ontop of the black. Lashing hooves slamming into her neck. Then came the ground bound normal equids... forming a circle around the tiny band. Removing the life from each soul, taking one by one and leaving only a few left. Scattering in motions. Arielle running in fear. Hoping by chance the others would follow and make a getaway. Legs pumping, nares stinging, blood trickling her hide. The nightmare grows. The cold grows. Its dark. Distant. The trees turn shades of red, faces haunt the shadows and create traps. It stops. Arielle awakens with a jolt. Lifting her head in a cloud of dusted snow and heated breaths. Fear present within her steel eyes... carving a fresh path of burning hatred. Forever engraved by pain and hurt. The bay begins to lean backwards, flinging front feet to grab the earth and lead her to stand on all four. Motions less than graceful. Lights above beginning to paint the sky a beautiful hue of pinks and blues. Only the colors calm a racing heart, caged within Arielle's chest. Her eyes begin to dull with defeat and loss of hope. A muffled sigh left her mouth. Tainting the air with undeniable sadness. She moved without grace, an uneven canter, settling not far from Chernobyl. Watching as the black mare grazed at the ground with sharp hooves. Placing her lips upon dead vegetation, only not to eat it but carry it between partly spread lips. Curiosity settled within Elle's veins as she set off at a slow paced trot. Black hooves slowing as they begin to clack inside the stoney cave. Eyes taking a moment to adjust to the extreme darkness. Theres a prison hidden in the back, a surprising fact as she moves slowly now. Knowing her presence is known clearly but the mare is silent. Taking in the state the pegasus streams tears, knowing just how it feels to be so weak. Though Arielle's patience for a pegasus is a tad worn thin and sadistic smile, with hurt in her eyes, is placed upon a conflicted face. "The scar will heal with time my dear but will never disappear." simple tones almost hissing in the wind. That was all she could offer truly. |
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