09-24-2024, 07:57 AM
Graves. So many of them. Stone pillars, mimicries, structures and whatever else – all dedicated to those beyond the veil, constructed by those broken hearted souls they left behind. Tragedy after tragedy piled so neatly on display. In the ruins there lies many things, many forgotten nooks and crannies, many abandoned gardens and haunted mazes of dilapidated walls. Claudia is never far from the water, but here, among the shambles of history, she is also at home.
The tall bay moves with feline grace, stalking over ad under and through until she’s at the center of the graveyard. The old crypt entrance howls with underground wind, moaning through the opening as if it is daring the mare to slip inside.
She snorts in response to such a beckon…It is not I that would be so daring – not alone, anyway. She laughs to herself, creeping around in the darkness to read more graves and admire more sad statues. The midnight hour, only a half moon to light the land below; it is a perfectly spooky spring night.
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ivar x wrena