03-09-2016, 08:08 PM
Arkane
Kirin x Kalamity
She didn’t understand. Wind left her throat in a frustration towards the woman. She couldn’t hear to know that her life was in danger. The dark purple child only wanted her warm afternoon nap. No one had bothered her that day. Only one to come close to touching her was Kalamity. But even she had left the filly to sleep. Now though…. Now someone was bothering. Everyone seemed to get a kick out of that. The other foals especially. Often times she was left bloody and bruised from their kicks.
They would get into her vision so close that it hurt her eyes. She would feel sick from trying to follow the circles they made around her. And if she fought back… well there was always someone larger there to take the other bullies sides. Finally she as a yearling was taken from the sandy beaches, and the salty air. Now it was warmer. This couldn’t please her more. The colors around them were vibrant as mother and child traveled through the lush greenery. Then the lavender lady takes off.
It seemed to be the happiest that she had seen the woman since ever she could remember. Her head cocks to the side and her wobble around like an airplanes. What was going on? Then there is a foal. She stands solid in her place no desire to move closer to the trio and the foal. He was as big if not bigger than herself.
Muscles quiver as they coil ready to run or fight depending on the first opportunity. She stands stock still fear clutching at her soul. The colors, and smells around her lost to the gut wrenching anticipation of another kick. Another bruise. A hateful look. Sharp teeth. She tucks herself into her mother’s side as they look to her once more.
She was the outsider. She was always outside of what was going on. Clearly something big was happening. But this was nothing in her world of silence. For all she knew they could be telling her how ugly she is. But she doesn’t know and that was exactly the problem. They would stare, they would bite, they would lash out, because she was not a part of their world.
They would get into her vision so close that it hurt her eyes. She would feel sick from trying to follow the circles they made around her. And if she fought back… well there was always someone larger there to take the other bullies sides. Finally she as a yearling was taken from the sandy beaches, and the salty air. Now it was warmer. This couldn’t please her more. The colors around them were vibrant as mother and child traveled through the lush greenery. Then the lavender lady takes off.
It seemed to be the happiest that she had seen the woman since ever she could remember. Her head cocks to the side and her wobble around like an airplanes. What was going on? Then there is a foal. She stands solid in her place no desire to move closer to the trio and the foal. He was as big if not bigger than herself.
Muscles quiver as they coil ready to run or fight depending on the first opportunity. She stands stock still fear clutching at her soul. The colors, and smells around her lost to the gut wrenching anticipation of another kick. Another bruise. A hateful look. Sharp teeth. She tucks herself into her mother’s side as they look to her once more.
She was the outsider. She was always outside of what was going on. Clearly something big was happening. But this was nothing in her world of silence. For all she knew they could be telling her how ugly she is. But she doesn’t know and that was exactly the problem. They would stare, they would bite, they would lash out, because she was not a part of their world.
to behold the gods as they dance, and listen as they spoke