05-30-2015, 04:08 PM
OOC: The joys of roleplaying with yourself -- Feel free anyone to reply also! The more the merrier!
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 kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep Like most of Locket's children, she too had been forgotten, discarded, unwanted. Like a doll upon a shelf, tossed aside when the fascination wore off. For Lye, there had never been a fascination. Her pumpkin coloured eyes had looked upon her mother and had seen her horror, her fear. Automatically she had been tossed aside, unwanted. Attacked. Attacked for being born? What sort of mother did such a thing? Lye was a troubled young girl, she wore her heart upon her sleeve. And spent a long time of her life roaming The Beach. the stench of death she had found becoming, almost comforting. But there comes a time in a girl's life when she needed to escape the salty air, the sand in her coat. So the Meadow, it was. Like a raven she flew through the snow, her canter as fast as the snow could let her go, and her unsteady right hind could allow. But she went, she went with a blinded fury, a cascade of ivory splaying around her limbs in a furious flurry. She had no brakes, no intention of stopping; it was the entire meadow or nothing, but she needed to run. She needed the escape. the flashbacks of her past, she ran from quicker. Her stride lengthening, nearing a full gallop, she closed her eyes. If she hit a tree, she would lay there, stunned. staring up at the darkening sky and would make a wish upon a falling star. But she didn't. instead, she came across a very familiar blue roan mare; it was the raven wings that gave her away, and the two toned eyes. As forlorn and lost as Lye's own. The black mare careered to a halt, a flurry of snow flying at her face, knotting in with her long mane. Unkempt. Forgotten. There was a beauty there, somewhere, hidden behind the pain, the turmoil. But her orange eyes lit up a little, a better memory taking hold. Watching Nyryn fly around the grove of orange trees, knocking down the juiciest citrus fruit from the top. It was perfect, for a while, but the doubt, the pain, it came back and crept like needles behind her eyes. But Lye was back in the here and the now, the present could be a wonderful gift, if one stayed in it long enough. She extended her muzzle, breathing erratic and sharp breathes, her lungs filled with the icy air of winter, her breath holding in her throat. Nervous, anxious. "Nyryn? is that really you?" her word is a hoarse whisper, through almost gritted teeth. Lye breathes deeply and hoarsely and lowers her head, low and low to the ground where she feels the most doubting lie touch her mind. The blue roan was an illusion, a trick of her lonely mind. She was just thinking of the past, the little good times she had. It was inevitable to get lost in her mind's tricks. "No, my mind's playing tricks again. It can't be." But maybe, maybe it was. |