09-17-2016, 08:54 AM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
She cannot say she has been well, but her current condition didn’t have anything to do with the change. Honestly, the change had saved her, but at the same time she didn’t have anything to live for.
They had broken her, they finally succeeded at what they had been working on for so long already. First it had been Ellyse, who had always looked down on her because of her failure wings. Never had Vlinder been able to use them, they had always given out on her. Tarnished had come next, snatching her away from the field when her curiosity had driven her to the place, hoping to find someone who would want to go home to the Gates with her. It had been hell, the scars on her body told the story of her life in his herd. Just as her swollen barrel.
Vlinder was heavy with child. Not Tarnished’s, but Carnage’s. He had given all of them to the dark god, to play around with and have fun with, and this was the result. Maybe a few scars and brands here and there, but honestly, the black roan mare couldn’t really say which mark belonged to which stallion. But then Tarnished had died, but before the news delivered to the herd, another had come to take his place.
Now, now she’s back at the meadow. Over the winter her belly had grown, making her all fat and swollen. Nobody would miss the fact that she was pregnant, it simply was impossible. Even though it was a good things he was free now, free from all of them, but she felt dull, lifeless. Another good thing was that she had been freed of her defaulted wings. The blue heron wings no longer sprouted from her shoulders, no longer was she remembered of her horrible wings. Instead she supported a horn, growing from her forehead, elegant and without any defaults.
Oh, she doesn’t miss how her parents call for each other. It wasn’t like they had really called for her, or her sister, Besra, and niece, Gyps, but they would welcome her, right? But even if they didn’t, Vlinder couldn’t say it mattered to her, nobody would want her anyway. So with calm steps she approaches them, taking their perfectly working wings in with a small pang in her chest, but the look upon her face stays dull. ”Mom, dad” she greets them, not even bothering to offer them a small smile, the attempt would be unfruitful either way.
They had broken her, they finally succeeded at what they had been working on for so long already. First it had been Ellyse, who had always looked down on her because of her failure wings. Never had Vlinder been able to use them, they had always given out on her. Tarnished had come next, snatching her away from the field when her curiosity had driven her to the place, hoping to find someone who would want to go home to the Gates with her. It had been hell, the scars on her body told the story of her life in his herd. Just as her swollen barrel.
Vlinder was heavy with child. Not Tarnished’s, but Carnage’s. He had given all of them to the dark god, to play around with and have fun with, and this was the result. Maybe a few scars and brands here and there, but honestly, the black roan mare couldn’t really say which mark belonged to which stallion. But then Tarnished had died, but before the news delivered to the herd, another had come to take his place.
Now, now she’s back at the meadow. Over the winter her belly had grown, making her all fat and swollen. Nobody would miss the fact that she was pregnant, it simply was impossible. Even though it was a good things he was free now, free from all of them, but she felt dull, lifeless. Another good thing was that she had been freed of her defaulted wings. The blue heron wings no longer sprouted from her shoulders, no longer was she remembered of her horrible wings. Instead she supported a horn, growing from her forehead, elegant and without any defaults.
Oh, she doesn’t miss how her parents call for each other. It wasn’t like they had really called for her, or her sister, Besra, and niece, Gyps, but they would welcome her, right? But even if they didn’t, Vlinder couldn’t say it mattered to her, nobody would want her anyway. So with calm steps she approaches them, taking their perfectly working wings in with a small pang in her chest, but the look upon her face stays dull. ”Mom, dad” she greets them, not even bothering to offer them a small smile, the attempt would be unfruitful either way.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae
OOC: Sorry for the wait. I don't plan on posting Gyps, two ponies in one thread are enough already
