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Post by Reflection on Mar 8, 2008 13:59:59 GMT -5
I was born out of sorrow. That is why I am called Eternity’s Rain. I was born from force, and My mother knew that well. She was never herself around me. Not that she pretty much ever is as a slave anyway, but still. I know she loves me, but then again I knows she doesn’t. My mother had a huge heart, and was loved by all friends she meets. She was always kind to others who treat her well…Except me. No she was not cruel or harsh or mean but she just….I was a burden to her, and I weighed down her heart. The sight of me reminded her of her past, and what was then. I ached her heart down. But I could not stop it because the only way she could be released from that and stay this way would be if I was killed, and I need to live. No, not I want to live, I need to live. I can feel it. I’m destined for something beyond the life I had, I am.
Eternity’s rain thought. And it was true. She was just a reminder to her mother which hurt her soul. As she stood in the Claiming Valley. The wind whisped through, and Rain stood facing the breeze. No fear rattled through her, not sorrow. Nothing. Her tresses fluttered lightly in the breeze, and her grulla pelt shimmered softly. They could make her a slave, They could beat her, They could kill her, but she would never lose her strength, spirit and love. She had inheirited more then her mother’s heart because Rain’s heart was strong. But she knew that she had certainly not inheirieted that strength from her ruthless father, He had no heart as far as hearts went. She was unique, and all her own. She often dreamed of escaping, running away, finding a true love, and living happily. But she knew that that was so unlikely it hurt to dream of it. Yet, this was her. She would never be dark at soul. She would always be Light at heart, and she was never scared to pinpoint it to it’s concequences. The day she did escape was terrifying, and she had been wandering in thought for 2 springs now. If she ever found her souled heart, she could finally no longer call herself rain. She would call herself Eternity. But it was hard to ever imagine such a thing....
She was always underestimated, and supposedly there was reason for her to be, though she was strong. Stronger then most any think. And she knew things, that others never could. She was unique and all her own. And If you didn't like her then that was your problem, not hers. The wind suddenly whisped through, and she turned her clouded optics to the breeze...
She had been through so much...could she ever trust again? She was not one to be scared, but for survival she must be wary...I have to take a chance. she thought with hope. and so before she could stop herself she let out a soft, gentle, yet showing call hoping to find a stallion, who would see her as herself. Though as she though more she realized sadly that surely no stag could ever want her. Because beautiful as she was, and unique, and desitined, none she had ever met had ever been able to get past the fact that she was....She shook her head lightly, she must always have hope, and never never never give up. because there was always light, in the dark, in the night, in the day...always hope...
She sighed, but really she only kept that true to herself, because that one thought was the only thing that kept her going...because maybe just maybe...this time would be different...Suddenly there was a rumbling and heavy rain drops started falling down from above and the fae's clouded chasms turned to the grayed sky, and she simply watched it. It was her. Sure she would always have hope, but she was born of sorrow, she was sadness, she was Rain. and really what were the actual chances that that would ever change. So let the rain beat down. Let the rain beat down... |
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 10, 2008 18:53:00 GMT -5
Numaric Light wanderd into the lands. He peered around, trying to catch a glimps of color in this blinding glare. As he squinte, he noticed a grulla mare standing nearby. He quickly walked over. Hey, Watcha doin'? He boldly asked. He looked at the mare, studing her bold features and magnificent tresses. He loved the look of her wavy tresses as they flutterd in the morning breeze.
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Post by Reflection on Mar 10, 2008 19:29:25 GMT -5
As the Rain elapsed around her she stood thinking, about her past, and what she hoped and wished for in the future, but suddenly her thoughts were disturbed by a sound of a voice, from the sound of it a stag. She shied instantly in surprize and pricked her ears as she halted and felt the movement of the soil around her to try and figure out if the stag was moving or not. After a few seconds she decided that he was most likely no threat, mainly considering that his voice had been curious, not threatening. The rain drops dropped heavier, and the grulla fae relaxed. her thick tail was so long it brushed against the ground, and her long wavy tresses cascaded down to her shoulders. Her forlock curled slightly at the end brushing up against her poll. And finally she calmed down and answered just as boldly as he Thinking, Listening, Waiting, Seeking a love. The Usual I suppose, And yourself Stag? Her clouded orbs seemed to search over him, even though she could not see him. But her flared nostrils picked up the scent that he was about right in front of her, maybe a few yards off. She raised her tiara and said gently I am dubbed Eternity's Rain. But YOu may call me Rain if you wish. Who Are you? Her grulla pelt gleamed and her ears pricked in curiosity as she waited for his reply... |
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 13, 2008 19:24:39 GMT -5
He smiled at her reply. Call me Numaric Light, most do. Your name is beautiful, like a butterfly in the breeze. He said sincerly. He hoped that Rain would take him seriously.
OOC: sorry its so short. Dead brain.
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Post by Reflection on Mar 13, 2008 19:43:00 GMT -5
A prick of hurting rememberance filled her as thoughts of her name came upon her she sighed before raising her clouded chasms and saying Thank You Numaric Light, that's the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me. Though I am not proud of my name. For it is a sad thing, ad it fully reminds me of my sad past. Yet I must thank you not only for the compliment, but for being a kind, gentle horse to me. her long wavy tresses rippled slightly and her lovely grulla pelt gleamed as she listened. What brings you to this place may I ask? Her voice was soft and currious, as her clouded chasms watched... |
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 15, 2008 15:14:25 GMT -5
The usual. And you? the same? He asked curiously. The question was normal, but his feelings weren't. They were... too diffucult to explain. With a swish of his tail he waited for an answer from this lovely mare before him.
OOC: i hate writing short posts.
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Post by Reflection on Mar 15, 2008 19:49:09 GMT -5
NO WAY. she couldn’t believe it. He had obviously tricked her. A sudden blaze of anger vibrated through her, and tears welled in her chasms. She whipped her head to face him, and half yelled half sobbed her saddening lyrics…
I just told you! Have you not listened at all?!! You’re just like the rest! And to think that I al most fell for you. How could you! You are cruel and vile. I opened myself up to you and yet you talk nonchalantly!?? Is all you care about simply adding more mares to your stupid herd?! You have obviously not listened at all. You are just like the Rest. JUST LIKE THEM! And I can’t believe this is happening all over again….
The tears streamed down her cheeks, as she gazed at him, trembeling with fury, yet her clouded chasms shone blankly. He obviously hadn’t been listening to her, and because of hat, she was furious. But she was far more hurt then furious. All over again, and this stag would obviously not understand. How could he ever understand the pain she had endured. She was sorrow yet she was greater. She was better then this stag she knew, better in many ways. And overall a much kinder equine. She shook her tiara slightly in despair, before quieting her sobs, and finally she raised her chasms to him and her lyrics came forth, in an undescriable tone…
You think I am weak. I know it. And I shall tell you why. I am blind. I can not see you, yet I know that t’is YOU who is even blinder then I. And I shall never forgive you, for what you have brought back.
Then she said more quietly
You didn’t owe it to me to be a good stag, you owed it to me to be a decent equine.
And with that said, she turned away, hung her tiara for a moment or so, before raising her tiara and galloping away, the tears still coming. Sorrow. She was sorrow. How could she ever have hoped that she could ever be more?...how…
OOC: nonchalantly means "uncaring, or like not really bothering.... |
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 16, 2008 17:00:56 GMT -5
OOC; oops. Big mistake. Will edit post. Soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry!
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Post by Reflection on Mar 16, 2008 19:16:45 GMT -5
OOC:sorry, it's kinda already too late, but just so ya know it wasn't just the way he had said it. IT's not realy Numaric Light's fault, but itv hurt her anyway...bye
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Post by i!shadow!i on Mar 17, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -5
I'm confused, there are two entirnetys?? With the same pictures?
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Post by i!shadow!i on Mar 17, 2008 20:14:27 GMT -5
I'm confused, there are two Eternitys?? With the same pictures?
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Post by Reflection on Mar 18, 2008 18:00:20 GMT -5
OOC:ummm no. this is one post Eternity's rain Made, but Numaric Light hurt her mentally (not numaric light's fault exactly) so she left, and posted in the long valley.
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