03-15-2018, 02:05 PM
Again he watches everything before him change. The map fades to the dusts and his eyes are peeled upwards again. The angelic voice of the Goddess draws his attention once more.
What appears before them is not a quiz or a lesson of history, it is a women. A mare, lifeless and dull. His charcoal ears perk as the Golden Goddess explains her condition, but his gaze does not waver from the aged mare. He hears of war and her misfortunes. He looks upon the worn lines of her salt and pepper face, the sunken hollows of her eyes. Her body thin and weathered, hide drapes loosely over her skeletal frame. He wonders briefly how she has suffered for so long. Had she not had family to come find save her? He thinks to his own family, their own trials. How Kuma, his partner, had suffered under the wrath of a tyrant. Burns blistered her body as he had tried to save her. It was a failed attempt at first but eventually his persistence prevailed.
He finds his eyes softened to this mare as he nears her. Silver aproned face lowered and ears flicked to the sides. She remains unmoved, emotionless but sorrow seeps from her every pore. He hears her soft weeping and he can't help but want to reach out to her. To bring his muzzle to brush along her cheek and dip under her chin. The bridge of his nose rising her face just the slightest. There are no words. Never was. This amount of pain could not be relieved with such basic things. It needed time, security, love. True love, that does not waver with time nor circumstances. The love like he had for his partner, his adopted children. He could not give that to this mare.
Word CT: less than 500
Answer: heartstrings
What appears before them is not a quiz or a lesson of history, it is a women. A mare, lifeless and dull. His charcoal ears perk as the Golden Goddess explains her condition, but his gaze does not waver from the aged mare. He hears of war and her misfortunes. He looks upon the worn lines of her salt and pepper face, the sunken hollows of her eyes. Her body thin and weathered, hide drapes loosely over her skeletal frame. He wonders briefly how she has suffered for so long. Had she not had family to come find save her? He thinks to his own family, their own trials. How Kuma, his partner, had suffered under the wrath of a tyrant. Burns blistered her body as he had tried to save her. It was a failed attempt at first but eventually his persistence prevailed.
He finds his eyes softened to this mare as he nears her. Silver aproned face lowered and ears flicked to the sides. She remains unmoved, emotionless but sorrow seeps from her every pore. He hears her soft weeping and he can't help but want to reach out to her. To bring his muzzle to brush along her cheek and dip under her chin. The bridge of his nose rising her face just the slightest. There are no words. Never was. This amount of pain could not be relieved with such basic things. It needed time, security, love. True love, that does not waver with time nor circumstances. The love like he had for his partner, his adopted children. He could not give that to this mare.
Word CT: less than 500
Answer: heartstrings