06-04-2020, 06:27 AM
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<center><i>Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.</i></center>
In this world, her life had frozen between a dreamless sleep and night terrors. A horror tinged in pink and white as she wilted and shrunk against the bruised purples and greens of an angry nightmare. She is calling outward but her voice is too weak and lost against the dying wails of a storm drenched delusion. It rages, her body beaten between tall trees as she searches and searches.
Beqanna wakens her with deep vibrations in her wretched soul. The black eyes flutter open from breath sooty lashes sand they blink rapidly, wet and wide. Was she still in the safe compound of her cave home? Did her gardens still flourish in their depths with her obsessive nurturing? No, no...it’s all vanished despite her efforts to run from her roots.
Upon wooden limbs, the cherry blossom mare finds her points. A soft moan of pain wracks against her gritted teeth, gnashing them tightly as she suffers to erect herself. The petals lift and fall around her as though they attempt to create a soft shield for their garden maiden mother but it is all a fruitless diversion to her reality.
<I>Beqanna...</I>
It floods too fast into her bones and makes her woozy, unstable. She titters and nearly collapses but instinct drives one wooden leg outward to maintain her grip on the ground. How had this magic returned her? Had she not escaped. Nikoline draws a breath...bright green life and crisp rain waters...was this still the same Beqanna she had fled so many years ago? Her head feels far too heavy to lift as it sinks slowly, her eyes rolling upward in spite of the action to watch as a dust coated the hazy sky and her own silver skin.
It floats downward, picking though her petals and slipping between the curves of her mare-ish form. The particles pry their way into her damp eyes and soon are ingested from her heaving sides. There is magic in the air and it prickles with danger. Nikoline can not feel sorry for herself for she has been returned for a reason yet to be revealed. Her doe-like eyes are half lidded and heavy as she looks to the ground, to her body, to inspect for damage...as she soon notices her glow returns to her skin...
In this world, she had not yet gained her aura...and yet, here it is! A small spark of hope flickers within the small cavern of her heart. Could her life be different now? Could she break from the image of the small, ungifted and unloved, filly?
<span style="color: #dfead8; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #b2bcac;">”Yes.”</span>
Because she has too. Her fate did not permit her otherwise.
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<span style="color: #dfead8; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #b2bcac;">Speech</span>, @tagged</div>
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<span style="font-size: 11px;">TABLE BY CISSY, ART BY ELDAFER</span>
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Nikoline now has glowing as her 0 space trait. Thank you so much! I missed my girl and it was amazing that she was the one to speak up for this quest after so many years!
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<center><i>Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.</i></center>
In this world, her life had frozen between a dreamless sleep and night terrors. A horror tinged in pink and white as she wilted and shrunk against the bruised purples and greens of an angry nightmare. She is calling outward but her voice is too weak and lost against the dying wails of a storm drenched delusion. It rages, her body beaten between tall trees as she searches and searches.
Beqanna wakens her with deep vibrations in her wretched soul. The black eyes flutter open from breath sooty lashes sand they blink rapidly, wet and wide. Was she still in the safe compound of her cave home? Did her gardens still flourish in their depths with her obsessive nurturing? No, no...it’s all vanished despite her efforts to run from her roots.
Upon wooden limbs, the cherry blossom mare finds her points. A soft moan of pain wracks against her gritted teeth, gnashing them tightly as she suffers to erect herself. The petals lift and fall around her as though they attempt to create a soft shield for their garden maiden mother but it is all a fruitless diversion to her reality.
<I>Beqanna...</I>
It floods too fast into her bones and makes her woozy, unstable. She titters and nearly collapses but instinct drives one wooden leg outward to maintain her grip on the ground. How had this magic returned her? Had she not escaped. Nikoline draws a breath...bright green life and crisp rain waters...was this still the same Beqanna she had fled so many years ago? Her head feels far too heavy to lift as it sinks slowly, her eyes rolling upward in spite of the action to watch as a dust coated the hazy sky and her own silver skin.
It floats downward, picking though her petals and slipping between the curves of her mare-ish form. The particles pry their way into her damp eyes and soon are ingested from her heaving sides. There is magic in the air and it prickles with danger. Nikoline can not feel sorry for herself for she has been returned for a reason yet to be revealed. Her doe-like eyes are half lidded and heavy as she looks to the ground, to her body, to inspect for damage...as she soon notices her glow returns to her skin...
In this world, she had not yet gained her aura...and yet, here it is! A small spark of hope flickers within the small cavern of her heart. Could her life be different now? Could she break from the image of the small, ungifted and unloved, filly?
<span style="color: #dfead8; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #b2bcac;">”Yes.”</span>
Because she has too. Her fate did not permit her otherwise.
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<span style="color: #dfead8; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #b2bcac;">Speech</span>, @tagged</div>
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<span style="font-size: 11px;">TABLE BY CISSY, ART BY ELDAFER</span>
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Nikoline now has glowing as her 0 space trait. Thank you so much! I missed my girl and it was amazing that she was the one to speak up for this quest after so many years!