02-27-2016, 03:51 PM
they gonna see us from outer space
Down is hard, Down is painful, Down is confusing. Down is not like Up but what horse would ever understand that complexity outside his own blood? Perhaps his Sire? At that he snorts, tossing his gold adorned head. From the Gates he speeds, pounding at the hard winter earth, thundering a path towards the destruction.
Down is war.
Behind he’s left his grieving sisters, his young niece, his herd. Somehow, though they can not explain it, he just knew the moment his Mother’s heart stopped beating. The beings here in Down were so very odd, so very temporary and she had done it all for what, them? What short fleeting life the Gods had given her, she had sacrificed when the Raven mare approached them in the meadow.
He’s never understood this body, these horses, it’s never really sunk in as deep as it has now. The silvered stallion tosses his head, throwing his nose to the sky and giving more to his mad dash to the fight. Guthrie remembers being infinite, he recalls the gentle laughter of the sun and simple stories of the moon. He remembers that feeling of being sucked from the Heavens, of being placed into a prison that would never last. A dark face and hand which guided him there, as vast as himself if not more so.
It was a shuddering and painful fate, it was a worse pain to accept it, but he had- he had to. Just as he had to accept the war which raged within this world, the part it played in that absence of the gentle creature that birthed him. She did not know the part in which she played in something bigger than she- she never would either, she had been robbed of that.
He wanted to look upon the face of the executioner, he wanted to see what evils Down truly held. Set his starlit eyes on the bloodstained hoof that would smite the world of such purity.
Down is war.
Behind he’s left his grieving sisters, his young niece, his herd. Somehow, though they can not explain it, he just knew the moment his Mother’s heart stopped beating. The beings here in Down were so very odd, so very temporary and she had done it all for what, them? What short fleeting life the Gods had given her, she had sacrificed when the Raven mare approached them in the meadow.
He’s never understood this body, these horses, it’s never really sunk in as deep as it has now. The silvered stallion tosses his head, throwing his nose to the sky and giving more to his mad dash to the fight. Guthrie remembers being infinite, he recalls the gentle laughter of the sun and simple stories of the moon. He remembers that feeling of being sucked from the Heavens, of being placed into a prison that would never last. A dark face and hand which guided him there, as vast as himself if not more so.
It was a shuddering and painful fate, it was a worse pain to accept it, but he had- he had to. Just as he had to accept the war which raged within this world, the part it played in that absence of the gentle creature that birthed him. She did not know the part in which she played in something bigger than she- she never would either, she had been robbed of that.
He wanted to look upon the face of the executioner, he wanted to see what evils Down truly held. Set his starlit eyes on the bloodstained hoof that would smite the world of such purity.
Guthrie
star fallen twin of carnage x wichita