02-10-2016, 08:15 PM
all the lies I tell myself are true
She finds herself on the brink of desperation. Forlorn Forest had grown deathly silent. There was no Daey. There was no Kryll. Perhaps they had simply run off together to leave the shiny black mare alone?
Abandonment was not a far fetched idea lately these days-
But the slender woman felt the sting of loneliness more than ever. Daey had proclaimed love to the dark woman yet had chosen another for his lead. He had tried to shackle himself to her whilst enjoying the loins of the other woman as Dragonglass stood by.
Silent. Enduring. Damaged.
In a stream of black, she is moving blindly, scrambling. To rid her coat of the scent of them. Him. She has to clear her lungs of the mossy sweet scent of the forest. Dry her coat of it's moisture and dampness.
Dark eyes find themselves clearing and resting on the tall grasses of the meadow. The sun caresses her and illuminating the glassy obsidian of her coat with his kisses.
She sighs heavily.
Alone, alone, alone, yet other equines were about. Mingling, laughing. She is hopeful to meet new faces. Say new names.
A small call is cast over to the surrounding horses, soft and light as she manages a small smile on her lips despite the shake in her knees to be away from the herd in over a year.
Abandonment was not a far fetched idea lately these days-
But the slender woman felt the sting of loneliness more than ever. Daey had proclaimed love to the dark woman yet had chosen another for his lead. He had tried to shackle himself to her whilst enjoying the loins of the other woman as Dragonglass stood by.
Silent. Enduring. Damaged.
In a stream of black, she is moving blindly, scrambling. To rid her coat of the scent of them. Him. She has to clear her lungs of the mossy sweet scent of the forest. Dry her coat of it's moisture and dampness.
Dark eyes find themselves clearing and resting on the tall grasses of the meadow. The sun caresses her and illuminating the glassy obsidian of her coat with his kisses.
She sighs heavily.
Alone, alone, alone, yet other equines were about. Mingling, laughing. She is hopeful to meet new faces. Say new names.
A small call is cast over to the surrounding horses, soft and light as she manages a small smile on her lips despite the shake in her knees to be away from the herd in over a year.
DRAGONGLASS
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