Last breath of a survivor

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[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

Faelene Posts: 297

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 9 Buff: NOVICE

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#11

09-04-2013, 12:49 AM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2013, 12:49 AM by Faelene.)

The earth was no longer a dying mess, making them feel less stranded. This,as the moon, must mean another God had made it back. One she new little of, but didn't find herself saddened by the thought. There were many she hadn't meant, places she hadn't seen, and hopefully time ahead of her to do so. With Gods or not she never knew how much time she had. Was it something that changed with choices? Or was it set in the strands of time, a string that would eventually break at just the right moment. She often thought it moved closer to a knife in times of battle, without notice when there was an invisible threat. Did each test of it make the thread weaker or stronger? Faelene didn't care a lot for philosophy, because there never seemed to be one simple answer. She lived her life assuming it could be fragile, full of weakness, mistakes, but it could be steady, meaningful, worth every breath.

The dark mare walked through the forest casually taking in the changes. It was strange, spring overwhelming her nostrils, the grass muffling her hooves. The trails of old passers here and there. Today she didn't have any want to see faces, old or new. She had no want to think beyond her terrible, silent thoughts for she didn't trust her tongue to speak. Didn't trust her heart to be quiet. Sielu, sometimes Mauja, and even times Leander were ghosts that wouldn't leave her. Where she might have a smooth tongue with her unfaltering steps she found herself losing focus, drifting often into memories real and make belief, very much lost. She didn't know what part of reality she should be in. She was having a hard time finding her drive, a sense of purpose.

Further she walked.What was beyond the bend she didn't know or thought much of. Blood tinged what would have been sweet air, and she felt something stir inside of her. Long limbs began to trail the evidence of pain. The strangle of a pitiful sound bringing forth that own sad hole in her own heart. It sounded like a mother whose child was dying. A nightmare if there ever was. Hurrying, nostrils flared wide with her eyes, at last finding the glow of light that had begun to flicker. Barely, she heard the ask for help, because the blood maned would see she was not the only to come answer. Stepping forward with little noise, she caught the words of others, knowing two of her fellow Unicorns, one filly she should, while the rest were strangers, drawn to the same cause. An antlered beauty the lit up the darkness with her remaining light. Silently, she stood in the circle saying nothing, only observing. They were all here to help her, and so silver eyes softly looked to the beautiful lady now understanding. The doe was a mother using what was left of her life, trying to save a most precious gift, because the life in the orb was evident in its tiny, delicate breath. Maybe, the Thief was the only one to notice by the comment of the silver stallion in the distance. Maybe, because she was a mother she knew she would have made the same ultimate sacrifice.

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