09-20-2019, 03:15 PM
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Stars paint the night sky. Vibrant and beautiful, they dance in ethereal delight as the young filly stands in awe of their beauty. Never before had she seen such a wonder. It is breath-taking, truly. Alone in the night, her eyes scan throught the wilderness, searching - though, for what, she is unsure. For most of her life the pale hued creature had been on the hunt for her life's purpose. She is young yet, however, and does not quite understand that she has many more years ahead of her. Though she refused to acknowledge such a thing, there was a sense of urgency - one that she could not explain even if she wanted to.
Glancing around herself, starlight dances upon the blush of her coat creating a halo effect upon her. She is beautiful and the flowers entwined upon her close themselves up in their slumber. Springtime incarnate, she is a contradiction amongst the slowly waning snow.
Something lingering on the edges of her peripherals quickly catches her attention. Turning her olive eyes in consideration of it, she is given a moment's pause. There, flickering close to the ground, a dim light sits as if it is waiting for something. It flickers and pulses and Demetyr's heart pounds hard in her chest. Nostril's flare as her mind attempts to wrap itself around what it is that she is seeing. Its as if a star had fallen from the heavens and now called out to her. The longer her eyes remain still upon it, the brighter its glow seems to grow - soon, the young filly realizes that it is meant for her. One hoof moves forward, followed by another until her body is drawing nearer to the single orb of light.
Just as she is almost upon it, the light fades completely and Demetyr is forced to stop - her bewilderment quickly giving way to disappointment. The feeling is short-lived as, a second later, it is reborn several lengths ahead of her. It is leading her. A broad smile spreads across the filly's face as she continued forward, far less hesitant than before. The next time the light dies she continues - always keeping her eyes peeled for wherever it might be reborn.
This pattern continues until Demetyr has wandered an impressive distance away from where she had intended to spend her night. Surrounded by trees she is only aware of one thing, the light - that is, until, it is no more. Halting, Demetyr snorts, confused as she glances around only to see a door. A centurion lost among the thick of trees. It is an old door with cracks in its wood and vines claiming its frame as their home. For a moment, the filly is tempted to turn back to where she had come from. Instead, however, she feels a pull forward and, before she can reconsider, she finds herself crossing into the unknown.
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Stars paint the night sky. Vibrant and beautiful, they dance in ethereal delight as the young filly stands in awe of their beauty. Never before had she seen such a wonder. It is breath-taking, truly. Alone in the night, her eyes scan throught the wilderness, searching - though, for what, she is unsure. For most of her life the pale hued creature had been on the hunt for her life's purpose. She is young yet, however, and does not quite understand that she has many more years ahead of her. Though she refused to acknowledge such a thing, there was a sense of urgency - one that she could not explain even if she wanted to.
Glancing around herself, starlight dances upon the blush of her coat creating a halo effect upon her. She is beautiful and the flowers entwined upon her close themselves up in their slumber. Springtime incarnate, she is a contradiction amongst the slowly waning snow.
Something lingering on the edges of her peripherals quickly catches her attention. Turning her olive eyes in consideration of it, she is given a moment's pause. There, flickering close to the ground, a dim light sits as if it is waiting for something. It flickers and pulses and Demetyr's heart pounds hard in her chest. Nostril's flare as her mind attempts to wrap itself around what it is that she is seeing. Its as if a star had fallen from the heavens and now called out to her. The longer her eyes remain still upon it, the brighter its glow seems to grow - soon, the young filly realizes that it is meant for her. One hoof moves forward, followed by another until her body is drawing nearer to the single orb of light.
Just as she is almost upon it, the light fades completely and Demetyr is forced to stop - her bewilderment quickly giving way to disappointment. The feeling is short-lived as, a second later, it is reborn several lengths ahead of her. It is leading her. A broad smile spreads across the filly's face as she continued forward, far less hesitant than before. The next time the light dies she continues - always keeping her eyes peeled for wherever it might be reborn.
This pattern continues until Demetyr has wandered an impressive distance away from where she had intended to spend her night. Surrounded by trees she is only aware of one thing, the light - that is, until, it is no more. Halting, Demetyr snorts, confused as she glances around only to see a door. A centurion lost among the thick of trees. It is an old door with cracks in its wood and vines claiming its frame as their home. For a moment, the filly is tempted to turn back to where she had come from. Instead, however, she feels a pull forward and, before she can reconsider, she finds herself crossing into the unknown.
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