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[OPEN] Screaming in the dark

Faelene Posts: 297
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Helpless, vulnerable, blind didn't begin to sum things. Once the power of this world left, Faelene barely knew what way was up. This ever darkness must have been what it might have felt like to be eaten, or what it was like to die. Stuck in a suffocating void unknowing what was next, when it would pass or if this was all there was. Wild nostrils, pushing, forcing air into her worn lungs her silver eyes were wide, desperate for a starting point. Aching for a face, a wisp of another. There was only scent of rain upon the looming thistles, the trails of strangers she didn't want.


Sielu. If Faelene had no control what would her child feel? The cage of her chest there was driving pain. The flutter of her heart was not that of butterfly wings, but a frantic bird in its cage drowning in the bottom of a damning, black ocean. Did she dare try to keep going forward? It was a no brainer to not be any nearer to whatever had eaten the Gods. Stumbling around snorting seemed pathetic. What other choice was there? Turning an ear, she listened wishing for something to whisper to her very heart. The idea made her almost laugh. The Basin is where she needed to be, everywhere would be freezing cold.


Step one get a grip. Never faced without a sun or moon there had been times they had been smothered by smoke. Standing around debating wouldn't help her. Swallowing up bits of the fear, she let her solid hoof rise and fall against the snow. One by one her others followed, and she attempted to follow her imaginary map. The Thief was going the wrong way.


Faelene didn't realize this. How often her eyes blinked if to wash it away as the wildest dream she had ever had. Faelene kept walking, fighting against the urge to lose it and scream in agony. The only way she kept her sanity was humming incredibly, loud to herself. A long time it seemed she was walking to no where, until there were strange little lights in the distance. This was truly the spark of hope. Much she would run to those twinkling things, she merely took long strides. Hurting herself would ruin any progress. By the time she reached one, instead of looking to it, silver eyes were caught on the snow. It didn't deepen, it lessened. Once she focused on the horizon the red maned could see the fiery pit of the Heart. What was left.


faelene



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