Posted by Oceantree on March 3, 2009, 2:11 am, in reply to "Ah, breath that mountain air [ Any/All/You sitting there with the face ]"24.116.11.190 some people just want to watch the world burn At the edge of nothing a painted mare stood quietly over her new filly, who slept. Watching Andarin beneath her around her, the cliff's edge seemingly so far away from them. The maned wolf rested at her daughters side - stark red in contrast to the pale golden filly. Her multicolor gaze briefly looked over them, happy at last, only to face a nothing future. She sighed wistfully. Cain stirred slightly at her discomfort, but he did not awaken. The mountain air pulled against her mane, taking with it various flower petals. Throwing them down into the valley. Fury had even been so quiet lately. She knew. She knew this world was over. Oceantree just had to believe her. It wasn't until she saw a sparrow flying overhead that her thoughts were turned from sadness. She watched it briefly, wondering, hoping, knowing that it was simply wasted thoughts. It had been years since she saw the large gray mare. The gentle mare. The one that spoke to birds. The one she had loved so much. She was never right after she had left, but she would have to give Icarus credit. He tried to not leave her alone. The small bird flitted around her, watching her with its black beady eyes. She snorted softly, trying to get it to go away and taking her memories with it. It seemed to, until she realized it only crowded in with more birds. Birds of all kinds, the scar-painted mare found this very odd. She glanced at her daughter and her familiar as they rested. Cain...is it...? The maned wolf stirred, opening his honey-amber eyes. He was not here when the gray mare was, but he did not have to be to know her. He turned his head away from her, together their strength had found the mare. She saw her in the valley, birds all around. She wanted to cry and yet release Fury at the same time. She didn't know how to feel. It had been so long. She looked back at Cain, he knew what she needed. As she turned away the last she saw was him waking the small golden filly. She took a deep breath, salvation was hers. Slowly she faded to the wind, her body turning to nothing but lotus petals. They were pale pink - her hind end went first. The petals swirled with the wind, following their currents - following her air. Until their was nothing left of the painted mare but a memory. Cain wrapped around the child, taking her away with him into a flurry of green leaves. She reformed in the valley of Andarin. The ghost of a mare within eyesight now. She still did not want to believe it. She was nothing, a mirage. She was not there. Would she even be remembered by her? She used to smile rainbows, but now all that was left was rain. She was not the filly Fei knew. She doubted she ever could be again, but with her daughter and Cain (and the fading memory of Ulaume) she could be somewhat happy again. She could at least pretend to know what it felt like. She did not go to her, fearing still that she was not real. S E E RO C E A N T R E Eearth and sea; I I IGuardian of GlaïsenreIllusionist|Fury|Salvation|Earthquake Message Thread: Ah, breath that mountain air [ Any/All/You sitting there with the face ] - FEI March 3, 2009, 12:57 am to unforgettable ghosts - Oceantree March 3, 2009, 2:11 am I haven't faded that much have I? - FEI March 3, 2009, 2:34 am we all have - Oceantree March 3, 2009, 2:48 am I know your face - FEI March 3, 2009, 3:00 pm Bite me - Shark March 4, 2009, 5:36 pm « Back to thread Respond WARNING! You have Javascript disabled in your browser, this form may not function correctly.Alias Title Describe Yourself Please enter the numbers above. This helps stop spam. By posting, you confirm that you have read and agreed to be bound by the board's usage terms. Hosted for FREE by Boardhost.Create your own free message board!
At the edge of nothing a painted mare stood quietly over her new filly, who slept. Watching Andarin beneath her around her, the cliff's edge seemingly so far away from them. The maned wolf rested at her daughters side - stark red in contrast to the pale golden filly. Her multicolor gaze briefly looked over them, happy at last, only to face a nothing future. She sighed wistfully. Cain stirred slightly at her discomfort, but he did not awaken. The mountain air pulled against her mane, taking with it various flower petals. Throwing them down into the valley. Fury had even been so quiet lately. She knew. She knew this world was over. Oceantree just had to believe her. It wasn't until she saw a sparrow flying overhead that her thoughts were turned from sadness. She watched it briefly, wondering, hoping, knowing that it was simply wasted thoughts. It had been years since she saw the large gray mare. The gentle mare. The one that spoke to birds. The one she had loved so much. She was never right after she had left, but she would have to give Icarus credit. He tried to not leave her alone. The small bird flitted around her, watching her with its black beady eyes. She snorted softly, trying to get it to go away and taking her memories with it. It seemed to, until she realized it only crowded in with more birds. Birds of all kinds, the scar-painted mare found this very odd. She glanced at her daughter and her familiar as they rested. Cain...is it...? The maned wolf stirred, opening his honey-amber eyes. He was not here when the gray mare was, but he did not have to be to know her. He turned his head away from her, together their strength had found the mare. She saw her in the valley, birds all around. She wanted to cry and yet release Fury at the same time. She didn't know how to feel. It had been so long. She looked back at Cain, he knew what she needed. As she turned away the last she saw was him waking the small golden filly. She took a deep breath, salvation was hers. Slowly she faded to the wind, her body turning to nothing but lotus petals. They were pale pink - her hind end went first. The petals swirled with the wind, following their currents - following her air. Until their was nothing left of the painted mare but a memory. Cain wrapped around the child, taking her away with him into a flurry of green leaves. She reformed in the valley of Andarin. The ghost of a mare within eyesight now. She still did not want to believe it. She was nothing, a mirage. She was not there. Would she even be remembered by her? She used to smile rainbows, but now all that was left was rain. She was not the filly Fei knew. She doubted she ever could be again, but with her daughter and Cain (and the fading memory of Ulaume) she could be somewhat happy again. She could at least pretend to know what it felt like. She did not go to her, fearing still that she was not real.
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