12-23-2016, 09:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-24-2016, 02:17 PM by SaphiraG1rl.)
OOC: (Blazing Sunfall would prefer a trait)
The world seemed to have stopped, as if she was living on the realm of canvas colored by an elite artist, able to catch every tiny detail; including the mare she was weaving in front of. She nosed her, her nose rippling against her, but nothing on Ellyse moved.
Then the world spun around her, and it sped forward, dying. Snow creating an odd path to a cave that drew her in the same terrifying yet tempting way that the cave back in the Tundra of her past memories had once. She didn't jump at the screams, merely picked up her pace. She took the left, slightly larger path. Fell, stumbled. But kept moving onwards. She couldn't see, couldn't hear anything but the eternal echoing of the screams. So feminine. As if a deadly battle of childbirth gone wrong. How many times had she felt that pain?
Ah.. She didn't remember much of her past in her grief. Just the image of her mother decaying away within moments in the wind of the beach. That wind that almost took her.. What did it taste like to her ears again? Ah, yes.. The crying of an orphaned child, of a mother discovering her child stillborn. A cry of loss and sorrow.
None of it affected the grief-wracked mare in mourning. Her mind's eye had twisted too far to be sane. A mere turtle in it's shell. Waiting to snap at the right prey. She knew the name of what had stopped around her, led her here. And she spoke it. "Time." And then her mind exploded. The memories all rushed back, escaping the soft blocking of grief, throwing her forward and knocking her down off her feet. But she stood. "Time." Continuing that pitch black, uneven left path. Following the echoed screams. So much like that wind..
The world seemed to have stopped, as if she was living on the realm of canvas colored by an elite artist, able to catch every tiny detail; including the mare she was weaving in front of. She nosed her, her nose rippling against her, but nothing on Ellyse moved.
Then the world spun around her, and it sped forward, dying. Snow creating an odd path to a cave that drew her in the same terrifying yet tempting way that the cave back in the Tundra of her past memories had once. She didn't jump at the screams, merely picked up her pace. She took the left, slightly larger path. Fell, stumbled. But kept moving onwards. She couldn't see, couldn't hear anything but the eternal echoing of the screams. So feminine. As if a deadly battle of childbirth gone wrong. How many times had she felt that pain?
Ah.. She didn't remember much of her past in her grief. Just the image of her mother decaying away within moments in the wind of the beach. That wind that almost took her.. What did it taste like to her ears again? Ah, yes.. The crying of an orphaned child, of a mother discovering her child stillborn. A cry of loss and sorrow.
None of it affected the grief-wracked mare in mourning. Her mind's eye had twisted too far to be sane. A mere turtle in it's shell. Waiting to snap at the right prey. She knew the name of what had stopped around her, led her here. And she spoke it. "Time." And then her mind exploded. The memories all rushed back, escaping the soft blocking of grief, throwing her forward and knocking her down off her feet. But she stood. "Time." Continuing that pitch black, uneven left path. Following the echoed screams. So much like that wind..
Blazing Sunfall
The Grief Consumes My Sorrowful Soul...