Elowen
"She's lost inside..."
The cuts had begun to burn as she walked within the field, yet with the pain came the waves of numbness. They washed over her, drowning her in a sense of comfortableness that she had become used to. It swelled up around her in a hurricane of simplicity. She couldn't remember a time where her emotions weren't caged up like a bird, bursting inside yet only to die on deaf ears. She hadn't even taken notice of the blood that the stallions had left upon her white coat. It's funny how that works out. She tried to bring in the humor, yet just like that, it had died within her, so she padded along, her orbs capturing the day with nothing by the grass underneath her hooves. It was trampled, just like her. It was dying, just like her. And yet, she couldn't seem to care anymore.
Her emotionless eyes seemed to slowly drawl their way up, up, up to mare that seemed to come from nowhere, her figure just as meticulous as Elowen's own footsteps. Yet with the oncoming mare, she stopped, her eyes somewhat hidden by the white mane that seemed to provide shelter for her. Whether it was to hide her from the world, or to hide her from herself, she wasn't quite sure anymore. She wouldn't hide herself from the mare. She couldn't hide herself from the mare. Yet as she stared through the strands of white hairs that fled in front of her eyes, she noticed the one thing that she thought she'd never see. The hollowness that mirrored hers. How peculiar... Her thoughts reeled in as she tilted her head slightly, listening to the greeting.
The words stuck in the air like a hot mist upon a rain forest, heavy upon her ears sand her body as she stared at the other mare. Was this what it was like in....greetings? How....odd. Her eyes captured the moments, the steps, and the breaths that they shared within the same field. Her eyes flickered in the slow drawl, her eyes closing so slowly that one would thing she was tired. Yet just like that, she wasn't sure how to express exhaustion. A sigh escaped her maw in what was like a breeze passing by, her head turning away from the mare as she talked once more. Her words were odd. The way she spoke was odd, yet just like Elowen, the oddness was what made sense in life.
In what way do ghosts partake in the conversation? Her thought swirled in a blinding turmoil that burned the inside of her mind, yet she stayed composed. She stared off the in the distance, her eyes never quite meeting hers. Eye contact was a thing of the past. A past life per say. Yet even with the eye contact, Elowen did not smile. Her smiles were caved in just like her emotions, never gracing the mare's lips in friendly greetings. How was one supposed to smile when all they felt was nothingness?
Elowen glanced back at the mare; no, not quite at the mare herself, yet at her hooves. Just like she had been before, her gaze was completely in the downward slope. Just as it should be in her mind. She allowed her mind to wander for a moment, allowing the daydreams into her head once more just as her disorder wanted. Her hoof pressed deep within the ground as she imagined words to say, her words turning inside of her head as she shuffled it upon the grass. If we kill the grass, will others grow? Will the bees thrive if we kill the flowers? Her thoughts wandered once again before she finally realized she hadn't spoken to the mare yet, so she glanced up. Her eyes looked at her ears before she sighed and glanced away once more.
"A home?" Elowen questioned, another sigh passing her lips as she shook her head slightly. Her head shook a tad, her mane bouncing as she tried to ignore the wounds stretching on her coat. "A home would entail roots. How am I to have a home when my roots are all chopped off?"
Silly mare. Silly mare.
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ooc: Why would I mind, dear? You're simply fantastic, yet I hope you don't mind my horrible writing! I'm in utter awe of how wonderful you are, dearie! Oh, and I'm sorry this post is quite horrible, I had to redo it after my computer deleted it... Thank you for posting! Oh, and I adore you character, dear! <3
Her emotionless eyes seemed to slowly drawl their way up, up, up to mare that seemed to come from nowhere, her figure just as meticulous as Elowen's own footsteps. Yet with the oncoming mare, she stopped, her eyes somewhat hidden by the white mane that seemed to provide shelter for her. Whether it was to hide her from the world, or to hide her from herself, she wasn't quite sure anymore. She wouldn't hide herself from the mare. She couldn't hide herself from the mare. Yet as she stared through the strands of white hairs that fled in front of her eyes, she noticed the one thing that she thought she'd never see. The hollowness that mirrored hers. How peculiar... Her thoughts reeled in as she tilted her head slightly, listening to the greeting.
The words stuck in the air like a hot mist upon a rain forest, heavy upon her ears sand her body as she stared at the other mare. Was this what it was like in....greetings? How....odd. Her eyes captured the moments, the steps, and the breaths that they shared within the same field. Her eyes flickered in the slow drawl, her eyes closing so slowly that one would thing she was tired. Yet just like that, she wasn't sure how to express exhaustion. A sigh escaped her maw in what was like a breeze passing by, her head turning away from the mare as she talked once more. Her words were odd. The way she spoke was odd, yet just like Elowen, the oddness was what made sense in life.
In what way do ghosts partake in the conversation? Her thought swirled in a blinding turmoil that burned the inside of her mind, yet she stayed composed. She stared off the in the distance, her eyes never quite meeting hers. Eye contact was a thing of the past. A past life per say. Yet even with the eye contact, Elowen did not smile. Her smiles were caved in just like her emotions, never gracing the mare's lips in friendly greetings. How was one supposed to smile when all they felt was nothingness?
Elowen glanced back at the mare; no, not quite at the mare herself, yet at her hooves. Just like she had been before, her gaze was completely in the downward slope. Just as it should be in her mind. She allowed her mind to wander for a moment, allowing the daydreams into her head once more just as her disorder wanted. Her hoof pressed deep within the ground as she imagined words to say, her words turning inside of her head as she shuffled it upon the grass. If we kill the grass, will others grow? Will the bees thrive if we kill the flowers? Her thoughts wandered once again before she finally realized she hadn't spoken to the mare yet, so she glanced up. Her eyes looked at her ears before she sighed and glanced away once more.
"A home?" Elowen questioned, another sigh passing her lips as she shook her head slightly. Her head shook a tad, her mane bouncing as she tried to ignore the wounds stretching on her coat. "A home would entail roots. How am I to have a home when my roots are all chopped off?"
Silly mare. Silly mare.
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ooc: Why would I mind, dear? You're simply fantastic, yet I hope you don't mind my horrible writing! I'm in utter awe of how wonderful you are, dearie! Oh, and I'm sorry this post is quite horrible, I had to redo it after my computer deleted it... Thank you for posting! Oh, and I adore you character, dear! <3