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Post by ~M.i.n.x~ on Sept 27, 2012 12:20:03 GMT -7
anastastia I can't make reality connect
I'll push 'til I have nothing left
But if we want to wake up
Why are we still singing these lullabies? She often found herself gravitating towards the knoll; she'd loved views of the beautiful and exotic since she was a young filly who still grasped a lust for living, and it was on of the few things that still clung to her like a thick, heavy coat of honey. Anastasia carefully made her way up the grassy hill, her flaxen mane blowing across her pale blue eyes as the wind grabbed and flung. She listened to the whistling noise with an air of sadness; even something like the wind, with no life, could make a sound. She could make noise, of course. It only required slapping at flies with her tail, or rapping her hooves against the ground; the difference was in that she couldn’t choose her sounds. She couldn’t turn them into something beautiful, and moreover, she couldn’t turn them into words.
The mare lowered her muzzle to sniff at the grasses, nipping at the very tips of a few of the green blades; they were lush and fresh. The taste was sweet on her tongue, and she shut her eyes in a moment’s pleasure. She’d often wondered if she could feel other things more acutely than others due to her incapability in terms of speech. It was quite an interesting thought...Was the grass greener when there was one field that couldn’t be entered? She supposed she’d never know because her handicap wouldn’t be going away. Shaking her head for a moment, Anastasia swished her tail to bat at what felt a little like a fly, continuing to move. The climb was somewhat steep, but she’d been through steeper. It was quite pleasant, for that matter – she did feel quite refreshed by it.
As she reached the top of the hill, she turned to look out at the rest of Angletus. She could see it all from the top, the large meadow that was Carpeted Lea, the radiant Incandescent Loch, the regal Grieving Willow, and the many spots and places in between; they were just identifiable landmarks. She took a deep breath, (the air was a little thicker up here, but not much) feeling perfectly relaxed and at ease. It was always good to see something new, and a part of her scolded her for not being up here before. It was simply too nice of a view to not be appreciated, and she hadn’t seen anyone else up here or going up here recently…a pity, really.
Her eyes scanned the horizon, straining as far as they could go; it was starting to reach the later point of the day, not to the point of the sun setting or evening beginning to fall, but just to the point where the crickets were starting to chirp and the air was starting to cool. It was one of Anastasia’s favorite parts of the day; she quite enjoyed the welcoming time between day and evening. Remembering the pleasant taste of the grass on the hill, she bent her head down and began to graze, watching the day pass peacefully; it tasted just a tiny bit more brittle than usual, but the taste was really quite pleasant.
I'll run in circles 'til I crash
One day these steps will be my last
So if we want to wake up
Why are we still singing these lullabies? OOC :: Short. >> My muse is drained after this week. |
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Post by Byrdlet on Oct 4, 2012 6:00:47 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/dbrupj.png]  It had been some time since the queen had taken a leisurely stroll through the neighboring territories that made up her home of Angletus. After all, she was so very fond of her willow tree that often times she found no real reason to stray from it. But something told her today that she ought to make a point to show herself. There could be horses there she had never met---those that preferred the scenery of other lands over her own favorite.
Beige hooves carried her from familiar stomping grounds and into the rocky, jagged terrain of Aerial Knoll. Illythia was light on her feet and could navigate the lands easily. Growing up, the mountains had been one of her favorite places to go. She would stay gone for hours, pretending she were on top of the world. Now, she practically was, as queen of this land. But it was hardly a title she wanted for herself. It could not be escaped and she knew this and so she never truly let her mind dwell on such trivialities.
With a darting glance outward, the queen caught the site of a creature upon a hill. Illy knew well that standing upon that specific precipice one could make out everything in Angletus---all the lands and all of its magnificence. The double cream champagne vixen made her way closer to the stranger, slender painted stilts careful in their pace. She was sickly looking and was hardly as a queen should appear. Illythia knew she was grotesquely thin---she knew because she had done it to herself. She hardly ate, only enough to sustain her. Her eyes had sallow circles beneath them, dark and vacant. Turquoise eyes that once glimmered with life were now glassy and dead. She had no real purpose without her Asher---the seal bay stallion that had abandoned her nearly a year ago.
She shook her head, forcing the image of his perfect visage from her mind. She let out a forced and friendly nicker to the mare that stood upon the rolling hill hoping that the lady would turn around and acknowledge her presence so she could make her way closer without seeming rude. Sure, it was her lands and most royals would do as they pleased---but Illythia was not like that. And something told her that this stranger was special, something to be treated with care. Illythia always trusted her clairvoyance for she was hardly ever wrong in that regard.
talking
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Post by ~M.i.n.x~ on Oct 4, 2012 12:43:19 GMT -7
anastastia I can't make reality connect
I'll push 'til I have nothing left
But if we want to wake up
Why are we still singing these lullabies?
Anastasia stared out at the brilliant cerulean of the sky, closing her eyes for just a moment. Bliss, absolute bliss. She hadn’t enjoyed the flood or the swim, but the place where she and her mother had washed up was a little like a utopian paradise; it was beautiful and the air was clear, and she was finally free and able to do as she chose. Had she died, perhaps, and gone to a heavenly place? Her mother, however, had died, and she didn’t suppose that there was death in heaven. The thought of her mother’s dead body always brought her back to reality; she was still wordless, and this paradise was only a temporary haven before the storm struck again. There were different herds, and with them, different values…Bittersweet, really. Peace never lasted forever.
She had been temporarily lost after the death of her mother, but the chestnut, delicate female thought that she looked better than ever at the moment; she’d revived herself. Anastasia had always been somewhat solemn and thoughtful in bearing, but there was a slight spring to her step and a look of wonder in her eyes. She’d do better this time. It was the reboot she’d always wanted, after all.
A soft nicker alerted her to the other’s presence. The mare turned around slowly, caution in her step, eyes widening as she saw the horse to which the voice belonged. She was a good hand taller than the Tersk, though that was hardly what alarmed Anastasia; the mare’s coloration was a shocking double cream champagne, though unnatural streaks of violet and turquoise unlike the girl had ever seen swirled up her legs, and blue flowers seemed to be growing in her mane and tail. Anastasia had to blink at those for a moment, because never in all of her life had she heard of flowers growing on a horse.
The mare didn’t seem to be in particularly good condition, her eyes listless and her body malnourished from even where Anastasia was standing. She wondered for a moment how to react; she couldn’t speak, and there was no telling who the stranger was, exactly. She gave an uncertain dip of her head in acknowledgement, as she had no words possible to say. Anastasia directed her eyes at the ground, feeling a rush of uncertainty and nerves. What was she to do? There was no way she could even get across her name, much less her intent.
I'll run in circles 'til I crash
One day these steps will be my last
So if we want to wake up
Why are we still singing these lullabies? OOC :: lolrambling. |
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