01-19-2024, 06:44 PM
call out on mountains until my voice goes faint
She preens like any other flower.
Her body is shaggy and rough from winter.
But her eyes, like two emeralds, set deep in her skulls are full of life. They are springtime and sunshine and laughter一
They are buzzards who circle high above, waiting to pick their prey apart. No mercy in their depths, only a twinkle of amusement like a fire ready to gutter itself out. Citadelle found the woods to be compassionate towards her. She liked the gloom and the gnarled branches. She liked being near things which felt ancient, it made her feel young again.
She could remember her youth, like a bottomless well. The way her father would watch her in the open meadows. How he would tuck her beside him at night under the cold stars. He would tell her how precious she was, how she deserved the world一and she did! She did, she did, she did.
Everything and anything.
And一
When she spots him coming towards her the red dun lifts her head. Her forelock twists in long tangles around her face, split by the jagged horn with the tip broken off. How ugly she has become, she thinks, no one should see her like this. Still, his voice comes to her and settles in the place between her eyes and it burns down the bridge of her nose.
“Sweetling,” she coos like a dove. Her eyelashes beat against her the sharp edge of her cheeks and she smiles at him一all yellow teeth and greenish lips. “I have yet to find anyone worthy of my company. Anyone who can keep my attention一”
“It is a precious thing,” she finishes, breathy and cloyingly sweet. Citadelle edges closer towards the young stallion, she stretches her muzzle towards him to exchange a sour breath.
Her body is shaggy and rough from winter.
But her eyes, like two emeralds, set deep in her skulls are full of life. They are springtime and sunshine and laughter一
They are buzzards who circle high above, waiting to pick their prey apart. No mercy in their depths, only a twinkle of amusement like a fire ready to gutter itself out. Citadelle found the woods to be compassionate towards her. She liked the gloom and the gnarled branches. She liked being near things which felt ancient, it made her feel young again.
She could remember her youth, like a bottomless well. The way her father would watch her in the open meadows. How he would tuck her beside him at night under the cold stars. He would tell her how precious she was, how she deserved the world一and she did! She did, she did, she did.
Everything and anything.
And一
When she spots him coming towards her the red dun lifts her head. Her forelock twists in long tangles around her face, split by the jagged horn with the tip broken off. How ugly she has become, she thinks, no one should see her like this. Still, his voice comes to her and settles in the place between her eyes and it burns down the bridge of her nose.
“Sweetling,” she coos like a dove. Her eyelashes beat against her the sharp edge of her cheeks and she smiles at him一all yellow teeth and greenish lips. “I have yet to find anyone worthy of my company. Anyone who can keep my attention一”
“It is a precious thing,” she finishes, breathy and cloyingly sweet. Citadelle edges closer towards the young stallion, she stretches her muzzle towards him to exchange a sour breath.
citadelle
