05-14-2018, 09:48 AM
The mountains stretched themselves endlessly above her. Serving as a reminder of the gods and their power to the masses that lived within it’s shadow. Gazing past her hooves, Astarael drank in the whole of Beqanna as it stretched out below her. Ant like creatures milled about below, tending to their daily affairs. For a moment, the dark bay mare imagined what it might be like to remain elevated among them. So easily squished were they – weak in their normalcy. Astarael pitied them.
Like them, she’d heard the stories as a filly. Magical tales of beings that maintained the balance of the land. For a long time, she liked to imagine that the fairies could hear her as she walked along the beach, begging to be more than what she was. If they had been all that they’d been advertised to be, they would have heard her prayers and granted the childish desires of her heart. The smallest of gifts would have been enough. Wings or a horn, even, would have contented her soul.
<b> “But you don’t exist, do you?”</b> Her voice echoed in the void, losing itself among the clouds and mist. <b> “I wasted my childhood on the hope that you would hear me and have mercy on me. Instead, I was forced to watch my father produce magical child after magical child. A cruel reality.”</b>
Fearless, she stepped closer to the edge, her hooves sending pebbles careening downward. Her green eyes strained to make out any sign that a figure lurked behind the next cloud. Instead, she was greeted by the same emptiness she felt within.
She scoffed and rolled her gaze away. <b> “You, the ones to bring upon the reckoning were not even able to give the tiniest of gifts to me. I should have known then that you were nothing more than a story meant to fool children into hopeless dreaming.”</b>
Stepping away she shook her head, mad at herself for falling into their trap once again. Climbing up the mountain she hadn’t been sure what she would find, but, as she suspected, there was nothing here but pebbles, snow and icy winds.
OOC: I was approved to have Astarael cursed with Demon mimicry.
Like them, she’d heard the stories as a filly. Magical tales of beings that maintained the balance of the land. For a long time, she liked to imagine that the fairies could hear her as she walked along the beach, begging to be more than what she was. If they had been all that they’d been advertised to be, they would have heard her prayers and granted the childish desires of her heart. The smallest of gifts would have been enough. Wings or a horn, even, would have contented her soul.
<b> “But you don’t exist, do you?”</b> Her voice echoed in the void, losing itself among the clouds and mist. <b> “I wasted my childhood on the hope that you would hear me and have mercy on me. Instead, I was forced to watch my father produce magical child after magical child. A cruel reality.”</b>
Fearless, she stepped closer to the edge, her hooves sending pebbles careening downward. Her green eyes strained to make out any sign that a figure lurked behind the next cloud. Instead, she was greeted by the same emptiness she felt within.
She scoffed and rolled her gaze away. <b> “You, the ones to bring upon the reckoning were not even able to give the tiniest of gifts to me. I should have known then that you were nothing more than a story meant to fool children into hopeless dreaming.”</b>
Stepping away she shook her head, mad at herself for falling into their trap once again. Climbing up the mountain she hadn’t been sure what she would find, but, as she suspected, there was nothing here but pebbles, snow and icy winds.
OOC: I was approved to have Astarael cursed with Demon mimicry.