08-16-2015, 04:39 PM
Saige Ceol
"Her head is a living forest full of song birds..."
She had no voice. Within the chaos and the disturbance of reality, she had no voice at all. Her figure was stiff and tense, the pain consuming her in the most awful of ways. The other stallion, the one who had been so kind to her to begin with was gone. He had disappeared in just a few moments of chaos just like her voice, floating within the wing and strangling her like a noose. She was dangling. She was falling. She was all together gone. She listened as he proclaimed her as his, and instantly fear consumed her. His? I can't be his. What does that entail-
But dearie, you know what to do. Just as you've done since you've been born, obey and be quiet.
They were cackles within her mind, eating her flesh and booming within her head. A snort came from her nose, her head thrashing to drive them away, yet in that moment, his frame pressed into her. His teeth found her shoulder. And in that moment, she knew she was his. She instantly jumped away, her figure trying to soothe the feeling of others touching her. The pain was still evident in her step, the phantom of others touching her and pushing her away haunted her, yet here he was, ignoring her wishes. Don't touch me. She ached to scream at him, yet her voice was lost along with her own coherent thoughts as he pushed her again. Her hooves began walking in shaky steps, her eyes closing in horror at what was to come.
It's where you belong, little bird. Within a cage under lock and key.
A new home.
A new home.
A new home full of terror for the young mare.
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The Voices. - Thoughts. - Speech.
But dearie, you know what to do. Just as you've done since you've been born, obey and be quiet.
They were cackles within her mind, eating her flesh and booming within her head. A snort came from her nose, her head thrashing to drive them away, yet in that moment, his frame pressed into her. His teeth found her shoulder. And in that moment, she knew she was his. She instantly jumped away, her figure trying to soothe the feeling of others touching her. The pain was still evident in her step, the phantom of others touching her and pushing her away haunted her, yet here he was, ignoring her wishes. Don't touch me. She ached to scream at him, yet her voice was lost along with her own coherent thoughts as he pushed her again. Her hooves began walking in shaky steps, her eyes closing in horror at what was to come.
It's where you belong, little bird. Within a cage under lock and key.
A new home.
A new home.
A new home full of terror for the young mare.
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The Voices. - Thoughts. - Speech.