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 Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 5:44 pm
Please Note: This is a private RP for Story's Plotline. Please do not post unless you are given permission to do so.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:13 pm
Dilemma. This feeling surged yet uncertainty fed upon it in fear and angst as two precious things lie by her feet. No matter how much she wanted to flee her steadfast hooves refused to budge. Overcome with uncertainty she would simply pace whilst being drawn back to those creations by her. Freedom she desired more than laughter if only to not to be intertwined with fate that would walk upon its own legs. Flee you must her mind spoke yet still she stood fast never leaving their side confused and overly protective. Within her life of tormenting others it was herself she tormented the most. Pulling ears backwards firmly against her head she glared at those things her mind refused to dismiss, "You of all Soquili shouldn't be proud but the opposite. How are you to ever face others knowing you're the joke now?" Stamping a hook her trinkets chimed in unison a soft twinkling noise that resonated away from her hate. "Ugh why do I even bother..."
Then she slumped downward in disgust with herself pulling the creations that distinctly looked like a baskets closer to her. No matter the insults or downright hate she gave herself those innocent souls seemed to melt away her ignorance. Flopping her head downward now lying upon the ground with a wing folded over both she sighed, "Go on Muse... laugh. I know you will when you learn the truth. This is what I get for believing my heart for believing in loneliness". Her idle thoughts now rested upon her precious treasures she guarded fiercely. What would they be she wondered as her sense of smell tried recognizing the qualities they possessed. Blank slates profusely bombarded her giving a feeling of dread. Not even they would speak their intentions be they Angeni, unicorn, or Kirin in nature. Would they glitter like the sun or would they recess like the night she pondered. Laziness or a hateful nature could possibly fulfil them and yet they were open books. Not only was she a Story with unwritten pages but the format was particularly a blank page. As she lie there her ears picked up upon something like music only it was more like a rhythm to her in endless chords. One note after the other she listened as the tempo began to pickup into a stronger chorus. Spreading her large wings further she covered the baskets eagerly as the singing droplets pinging off leaves of the endless trees made quite the harmonious chorus. "Lovely" she muttered looking high into the large willow thick like a feline's fur. It she would of been within winter's grasp the mare known as Story would've been in for a rude awakening. Letting the rain fall out of the security for both her and the baskets she idly gazed out at the downpour wondering just what was going to happen. Slowly her eyelids fluttered downward as her mind wandered again....
Story WC: 490
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