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[Volcan]

Volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky

Home - a concept that ought to have been foreign to the smoke girl. Having known the abyss of a universe without time, having been kidnapped and never returned to her rightful destiny, Volcan ought to have never understood the meaning of the very simple word, home. And yet she did - and it killed her. She carries a cloud of Desert sand all around her, a force field preventing the in-coming of outsiders. The grains of matter stung her nostrils and chafed her legs as she stalked sightlessly from the Deserts to nowhere, but never once did a single particle of rock fall from her telekinetic grasp.

It was by the grace of the Gods that the young mare found herself in the meadow at the end of the day. Her lungs burned from the exertion of crying out as she ran and kicked, as her earthly body screamed to return to that body-less place among the timeless waters.  Vanquish, she called most. Father.

As the scent of other intelligent beings wafted through her sand-storm armor, Volcan knew that the time to be quiet and calm had come. Immeasurably attached to the grains which symbolized her ocean-wrecked home, the sturdy, sleek mare allowed only for them to fall to her hocks, constantly in motion, alive as her kingdom had once been.

And with her back to a tree and her Scorch-green eyes to the world before her, Volcan steeled herself, shutting down the tears which constantly threatened to break her outwardly aggressive composure. Vanquish had taught her strength, and in his absence, she would present herself to the world as nothing but.

This is not the end, this is just the world
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl

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