Last breath of a survivor

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[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 4 Buff: NOVICE

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#13

09-04-2013, 11:29 AM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2013, 11:29 AM by Artemis.)

The night was endless, yet in her heart it felt like sunset. Though the bleeding of the skies was missing, and the golden hue of the falling orb settling down over the horizon was in its long slumbar, she knew. She loved the sunset, yet at the same time each dying day left an emptyiness in her heart. Each day would begin and the mare would be hopeful that today this day, things would change for the better, yet in the passing weeks, months, and years of her short life, only sadness and despair had been granted to her. Sunset, to her, was a sign of dying hopes and dreams which bled out into the skies above her.

But only blackness hung over her now. The stars glimmered softly, thousands of tiny orbs trying hopelessly to make up for the one light the land did need. they were no good to the earth. They did not make up for what was lost.

She wandered quietly, lost in her mindless, thoughtless daze as her legs carried her through a deep forest. The smell of foliage was sweet with dew and the mare found herself taking deep gulps of the scent. It was a nice change, given her thoughts. Yet as she moved, the smell changed from sweet tang to iron. Her head raised, eyes blinking as she fell from her daze. Sights settled upon what at first appeared to be fireflies, yet as she neaqred and one by one the lights flickered out, she realised it was not so. The lights, of which four weakly lingered, belonged to a deer like creature with a beautful crest of antlers. She slumped against a tree, her breathing heavy and laboured, with the unmistakable scent of bleed clinging to her body. Before her was an orb of sorts, which was marred by droplets of blood, and from the shadows, forms were emerging.

Horses; unicorn, equine and pegasus alike, were slipping from the dark depths of the forest toward the lights, drawn like mosquitos to a flame. Their voices called out, introducing themselves, asking to help - Artemis snorted to herself. Why bother speaking your name? The creature is dying, thought the unicorn. She did not speak up; a pale unicorn with a crooked, antler-like horn spoke for her, politely yet sternly asking to voices to hush. Still, she hid herself in the trees, unsure of wether or not to emerge.

Normally, she would have turned and walked away, yet her eyes met those of the creatures and she found herself unable to walk away. An uncharacteristic pity - no, empathy - settled over her as her eyes moves down the legs of the deer, toward her charge. The orb glowed meekly and the deer hovered over it protectivly like a mother. Something in the mare old her to take the orb - to protect it as the deer herself was unable to do so. Artemis knew the doe was lost - her life was in its own sunset - but the orb could survive.

Finally, Artemis stepped forwards, head lowered in respect of the doe. She passed a familiar face, nodding in acknowledgement of Anthiea before standing before the dying doe. She smiled softly. "The orb. It lives, doesn't it?" She murmured in understanding, knowing that the doe cared little for her name, and had thoughts only for her charge. Why else would she be protecting it so? The tiny orb pulsed with life - Artemis could feel it in her heart. It needed help.

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