06-27-2021, 03:41 PM
I am a tapestry of scar tissue, pale skin woven together with threads of lightning and gemstone chips. Beautiful, in the way that broken things are when they haven't been put back together in quite the right way. Missing pieces filled in with improvised materials and make-do ideas. Some of them are just empty to stay, but those holes aren't on the exterior.
They're in my mind, mostly. One in my heart, and that one has been raw and aching for many years now. It's gotten to the point where I'm sure I wouldn't know what to do if it did heal. What would be left of me? So I'm buried in my moth-eaten conscious, wrapped in a tattered blanket of mistakes and outright damnation. I don't cry for what once was anymore.
Instead I stare at the present, and pry at the edges of my reality with unforgiving claws. Life has never gone my way. For a mare with simple enough desires, they never seemed to fall quite inside my reach. I'm done asking, now I think I'm ready for taking. For molding the world into one that will be what I want it to be.
The certainty of this runs cold as winter in my veins. Cold as the wind that rattles the trees and stirs the leaves at my feet. I have never liked the cold, but I am beginning to think of it as more of an ally than an enemy. Allies are important to have. Important enough that I think it may be time to actively seek them out. It's not as if I have anything better to do at the moment.
So I start small, close to home. Inside my house, in fact. Looking for those dark faces that I have glimpsed but have no names for, or those I do. It's about time we all started earning our keep. I call them, and I count them as they come.
@dark @Maugrim@"Narcisus"@Balto@"Jackel" @Manikin@"Nexu"@draco and any other monster friends!
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They're in my mind, mostly. One in my heart, and that one has been raw and aching for many years now. It's gotten to the point where I'm sure I wouldn't know what to do if it did heal. What would be left of me? So I'm buried in my moth-eaten conscious, wrapped in a tattered blanket of mistakes and outright damnation. I don't cry for what once was anymore.
Instead I stare at the present, and pry at the edges of my reality with unforgiving claws. Life has never gone my way. For a mare with simple enough desires, they never seemed to fall quite inside my reach. I'm done asking, now I think I'm ready for taking. For molding the world into one that will be what I want it to be.
The certainty of this runs cold as winter in my veins. Cold as the wind that rattles the trees and stirs the leaves at my feet. I have never liked the cold, but I am beginning to think of it as more of an ally than an enemy. Allies are important to have. Important enough that I think it may be time to actively seek them out. It's not as if I have anything better to do at the moment.
So I start small, close to home. Inside my house, in fact. Looking for those dark faces that I have glimpsed but have no names for, or those I do. It's about time we all started earning our keep. I call them, and I count them as they come.
@dark @Maugrim@"Narcisus"@Balto@"Jackel" @Manikin@"Nexu"@draco and any other monster friends!
This is an activity check + plot thread. Please respond IC. If you have multiple characters only one post needed per player, just let me know in a note what your other character(s) are doing!