08-10-2024, 10:31 PM
. there is no pain you are receding .
“What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right?” Opium’s pointed ears flicked as they caught Kreation’s remark. A smirk crossed her delicate features, truer words had never been spoken. She had lived those words and, hopefully, she’d continue to do so.
Their meager pace continued with Red swiftly understanding that Kreation was quite nimble upon her feet despite being sightless. There was only an occasional stumble, which spoke of how well she knew the land. Of course, it wasn’t lost on the Red mare that anyone else knew the land far better than herself. This terrain was strange; Lush with greenery and an abundance of trees (to her at least), forcing her to be very concentrated on where her hooves fell. She was alleviated that her metal-made companion couldn’t see her blunder far more often, though she was certain each one could be heard.
Even still, she listened as Kreation filled their travel with conversation. The purple mare spoke a little more of Tephra. Bloodshed, but not of malevolence? The concept was foreign to Opium, yet intriguing. This entire realm was compelling - the very reason she was there alongside the sightless winged mare.
Suddenly, Kreation ceased her speaking, drifting off mid-sentence. Curious as to why, Opium came to her own halt. Brow furrowed with concern, she turned and cast her dark gaze behind her. The metal mare stood frozen, her face expressionless. The vibrant Kreation was but a shell of herself. Red nickered to her, though there came no reply.
Another vision.
How cruel to take one’s sight only to replace it with glimpses of her lineage’s past. It didn’t seem fair. What, if anything, had Kreation done to deserve such treatment? Then again, the crimson Arabian was entirely new to Bequanna and all of it’s unique inhabitants, it’s rich and raw history. RedOpium knew nothing of anything, clueless and curious like the filly she had once been.
There hadn’t been any more time for her mind to wander. Just as sudden as Kreation had dazed out, she had abruptly returned. Kreation’s voice burst forth, raw, aching, and angry. It’s ferocity causing Opium to jolt upwards upon her hinds, and stagger back a few feet. No doubt, Kreation was shouting at the fairies for whatever horrors they were releavling to her.
Run. Run! RUN!
As lithe black limbs touched the ground, desert Arab took flight.
Their meager pace continued with Red swiftly understanding that Kreation was quite nimble upon her feet despite being sightless. There was only an occasional stumble, which spoke of how well she knew the land. Of course, it wasn’t lost on the Red mare that anyone else knew the land far better than herself. This terrain was strange; Lush with greenery and an abundance of trees (to her at least), forcing her to be very concentrated on where her hooves fell. She was alleviated that her metal-made companion couldn’t see her blunder far more often, though she was certain each one could be heard.
Even still, she listened as Kreation filled their travel with conversation. The purple mare spoke a little more of Tephra. Bloodshed, but not of malevolence? The concept was foreign to Opium, yet intriguing. This entire realm was compelling - the very reason she was there alongside the sightless winged mare.
Suddenly, Kreation ceased her speaking, drifting off mid-sentence. Curious as to why, Opium came to her own halt. Brow furrowed with concern, she turned and cast her dark gaze behind her. The metal mare stood frozen, her face expressionless. The vibrant Kreation was but a shell of herself. Red nickered to her, though there came no reply.
Another vision.
How cruel to take one’s sight only to replace it with glimpses of her lineage’s past. It didn’t seem fair. What, if anything, had Kreation done to deserve such treatment? Then again, the crimson Arabian was entirely new to Bequanna and all of it’s unique inhabitants, it’s rich and raw history. RedOpium knew nothing of anything, clueless and curious like the filly she had once been.
There hadn’t been any more time for her mind to wander. Just as sudden as Kreation had dazed out, she had abruptly returned. Kreation’s voice burst forth, raw, aching, and angry. It’s ferocity causing Opium to jolt upwards upon her hinds, and stagger back a few feet. No doubt, Kreation was shouting at the fairies for whatever horrors they were releavling to her.
Run. Run! RUN!
As lithe black limbs touched the ground, desert Arab took flight.
. Red Opium .
@Kreation