01-16-2017, 01:36 AM
DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
The early morning mist rolls in like the oceans waves. Consuming any that wade in its bounty. Thick and salty it almost choked the breath from your lungs. Lovely. She had spent years in the oceans until recently. Until her powers were raped from her. No more could she shift into the playful sea creatures, so carefree and brilliant. Her family pod long abandoned her. Who could blame them? So now she was stuck. Land locked with these hooved turf eaters. Disgusting.
So she walked... On legs... Ugh. She found what little sanctuary she could in life on the coastline. Her head hung low, two toned pools dim. The waves licked her heels as a constant reminder of what was. Hoofprints being devoured as they were left behind. She was hardly a ghost but one could think she may have become one. The mist did a fine job of hiding her equine form. It wasn't a bad look. No she had seen worse off. Her hue that of the deepest obis. White sea foam splashed up from her belly and blanketed her face. Even her eyes were half land, half sea. Only complaint was she wasn't complete. Not anymore...
Lacking thought to where she was, because honestly she did not care, she somberly walked. She paid no mind to which borders she crossed, which lands she trespassed upon. She did not care. The ocean had no borders, no ownerships, no restrictions. It was free flowing. But no longer did she enjoy that freedom. A prisoner shackled, keys hidden away. At that thought she halted, bodice collapsing to the sands. Gentle tide crept closer with each wave. She would be OK if it swallowed her...
So she walked... On legs... Ugh. She found what little sanctuary she could in life on the coastline. Her head hung low, two toned pools dim. The waves licked her heels as a constant reminder of what was. Hoofprints being devoured as they were left behind. She was hardly a ghost but one could think she may have become one. The mist did a fine job of hiding her equine form. It wasn't a bad look. No she had seen worse off. Her hue that of the deepest obis. White sea foam splashed up from her belly and blanketed her face. Even her eyes were half land, half sea. Only complaint was she wasn't complete. Not anymore...
Lacking thought to where she was, because honestly she did not care, she somberly walked. She paid no mind to which borders she crossed, which lands she trespassed upon. She did not care. The ocean had no borders, no ownerships, no restrictions. It was free flowing. But no longer did she enjoy that freedom. A prisoner shackled, keys hidden away. At that thought she halted, bodice collapsing to the sands. Gentle tide crept closer with each wave. She would be OK if it swallowed her...
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