<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Allura&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style>.lucrezialayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#8dbbb1;} .lucreziagradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#091016, #1d2f3e, #091016); background: -o-linear-gradient(#091016, #1d2f3e, #091016); background: -moz-linear-gradient(#091016, #1d2f3e, #091016); background: linear-gradient(#091016, #1d2f3e, #091016); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .lucreziapic {width:600px; height:400px; background-image:url('https://i.imgur.com/vZ3Hghs.png');background-size:contain;margin-top:-55px;} .lucreziaquote {width:600px; font-size:26px;font-family: 'Allura', cursive;color:#1d2f3e;padding-bottom:0px;padding-top:20px;} .lucreziapost {padding:40px;padding-bottom:10px;padding-top:5px;text-align:justify;font:13.5px times;color:#091016;}</style><center><div class="lucreziagradient"><div class="lucrezialayout"><div class="lucreziaquote"><center>Here it comes with no warning; capsize, i'm first in the water</center></div><div class=lucreziapost>Her dreams are filled with a great deal of many things. Lucrezia dreams of memories that have long been forgotten, a world that has become part of fairytales now, and fantasies she once enticed as a young filly. Rarely does she ever dream of the darkness and shadows that haunted her for what felt like a lifetime. The memory of her death—the cracking of bones, tearing of muscles, the taste of blood, and the screaming—and the agony it had brought her repeatedly.
Tonight, her dreams drift to happier memories. To a long-forgotten world of golden grains and gilded dunes that go on continuously into the horizon meeting the bright and eternal blue sky. The sun is warm and kind to her (unlike the sun that burned and scarred her when she had helped Anatomy and Craft).
She stands on top of one of the many glided sand hills. It feels like she is on the tallest one in the golden kingdom. From up here Lucrezia can see everything. She can see the beautiful oasis and the sparkling sapphire pool that many of her family and friends gather around. There is an evident of deep sense of serenity she can feel from them. It instantly feels her heart with warmth, a feeling of deep emotional warmth she has not felt in many years. Her heart feels full for the first time, and surprisingly she does not doubt the reality of it like she has so many times before.
Everything was right.
This is where she belongs.
Her warm and soft nutmeg eyes move away from the oasis towards where the golden dunes and blue sky meet, fading into an eternal gradient of splendor. She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the warm sun on her back and letting everything settle in. There was nothing more she could ask for than this. It was perfect…
The sound of creaking bones gently whispers in her ear. Her ears flicker at the mild soft sound, but suddenly the tang of blood fills her mouth. Her gaze opens wide, horror filling her once warm and soft nutmeg eyes. Then she feels the ache of a bruise and then it is gone.
All of it is gone within seconds.
Then it comes again. It’s sharper and she shakes her head to try and rid herself of it all. But Lucrezia cannot dismiss the pain of a cut that opens across her tender champagne colored skin.
She blinks frantically. Her heart is instantly in her heart. It pounds feverishly against her esophagus, and she finds herself heaving for air.
In a state of high panic, Lucrezia glances around, watching as her dream of serenity breaks instantly. The golden dunes fade quickly as a plague of red clay engulfs everything in sight. The blue eternal sky shatters into a dark and dreary cascade of clouds. Her eyes turn back towards the oasis, where her family and friends are, but they are not there, not where they are supposed to be.
She is alone again.
Lucrezia takes a step forward again, feeling the wind pick up and howling with madness. Instinctively, she pulls her wings closer to comfort her and give her warmth, but they are not there. She gasps with surprise, feeling naked and useless without them once more.
Her wings had been everything to her. The first set had been a gift for her loyalty and hard work in the Deserts. They have given her a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging that neither her family had ever provided to her after she was sent away. The new world had taken them away, and now every bit of her was being stripped away.
<I>It’s just a bad dream</I>, she tells herself, <I>Just another nightmare.</i>
It would all be over again. Lucrezia would wake up any moment and forget it all. It was only a bad dream after all.
Closing her eyes, she gives her head a hard shake, tossing away the thoughts and any possible way to wake herself up. But still she hears the howling wind around her. Lucrezia sighs heavily, and opens her eyes to see the red dirt, but within a short distance are two monolith pillars of stone, black and jade coloring.
Without hesitant, she finds herself drawn to them, moving across the uneven and rocky red ground carefully. Lucrezia is instantly captivated by the deep jade green pillar. The markings of wings, with every imaginable type of wing possible engraved, calls to her.
Stopping close to the jade green pillar, Lucrezia examines it for a moment from top to bottom. She imagines wearing every type of the wings that she sees, but when she finds the pair that is adorns most her eyes light up with joy. Drawing close, intuitively, she pushes her soft-creamed closed muzzle onto the pillar with winged markings.
A tingling sensation is felt on the back of her, but she does not question it, doesn’t consider it at all when she feels the familiarity of wings on her back. She turns to the right, pulling her right wing forward to examine it. The familiar feathering of peafowl autumn colored feathers was tightly knitted together. She smiled without thought, a content soft smile on her cream-colored lips.
She did not lose them after all!</div><div class=lucreziaquote style="padding-top:0px;"><center>...too close to the bottom.</center></div><div class=lucreziapic></div></div></div></center>
Lucrezia is loyal to Ischia and chooses her normal peafowl wings.
Tonight, her dreams drift to happier memories. To a long-forgotten world of golden grains and gilded dunes that go on continuously into the horizon meeting the bright and eternal blue sky. The sun is warm and kind to her (unlike the sun that burned and scarred her when she had helped Anatomy and Craft).
She stands on top of one of the many glided sand hills. It feels like she is on the tallest one in the golden kingdom. From up here Lucrezia can see everything. She can see the beautiful oasis and the sparkling sapphire pool that many of her family and friends gather around. There is an evident of deep sense of serenity she can feel from them. It instantly feels her heart with warmth, a feeling of deep emotional warmth she has not felt in many years. Her heart feels full for the first time, and surprisingly she does not doubt the reality of it like she has so many times before.
Everything was right.
This is where she belongs.
Her warm and soft nutmeg eyes move away from the oasis towards where the golden dunes and blue sky meet, fading into an eternal gradient of splendor. She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the warm sun on her back and letting everything settle in. There was nothing more she could ask for than this. It was perfect…
The sound of creaking bones gently whispers in her ear. Her ears flicker at the mild soft sound, but suddenly the tang of blood fills her mouth. Her gaze opens wide, horror filling her once warm and soft nutmeg eyes. Then she feels the ache of a bruise and then it is gone.
All of it is gone within seconds.
Then it comes again. It’s sharper and she shakes her head to try and rid herself of it all. But Lucrezia cannot dismiss the pain of a cut that opens across her tender champagne colored skin.
She blinks frantically. Her heart is instantly in her heart. It pounds feverishly against her esophagus, and she finds herself heaving for air.
In a state of high panic, Lucrezia glances around, watching as her dream of serenity breaks instantly. The golden dunes fade quickly as a plague of red clay engulfs everything in sight. The blue eternal sky shatters into a dark and dreary cascade of clouds. Her eyes turn back towards the oasis, where her family and friends are, but they are not there, not where they are supposed to be.
She is alone again.
Lucrezia takes a step forward again, feeling the wind pick up and howling with madness. Instinctively, she pulls her wings closer to comfort her and give her warmth, but they are not there. She gasps with surprise, feeling naked and useless without them once more.
Her wings had been everything to her. The first set had been a gift for her loyalty and hard work in the Deserts. They have given her a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging that neither her family had ever provided to her after she was sent away. The new world had taken them away, and now every bit of her was being stripped away.
<I>It’s just a bad dream</I>, she tells herself, <I>Just another nightmare.</i>
It would all be over again. Lucrezia would wake up any moment and forget it all. It was only a bad dream after all.
Closing her eyes, she gives her head a hard shake, tossing away the thoughts and any possible way to wake herself up. But still she hears the howling wind around her. Lucrezia sighs heavily, and opens her eyes to see the red dirt, but within a short distance are two monolith pillars of stone, black and jade coloring.
Without hesitant, she finds herself drawn to them, moving across the uneven and rocky red ground carefully. Lucrezia is instantly captivated by the deep jade green pillar. The markings of wings, with every imaginable type of wing possible engraved, calls to her.
Stopping close to the jade green pillar, Lucrezia examines it for a moment from top to bottom. She imagines wearing every type of the wings that she sees, but when she finds the pair that is adorns most her eyes light up with joy. Drawing close, intuitively, she pushes her soft-creamed closed muzzle onto the pillar with winged markings.
A tingling sensation is felt on the back of her, but she does not question it, doesn’t consider it at all when she feels the familiarity of wings on her back. She turns to the right, pulling her right wing forward to examine it. The familiar feathering of peafowl autumn colored feathers was tightly knitted together. She smiled without thought, a content soft smile on her cream-colored lips.
She did not lose them after all!</div><div class=lucreziaquote style="padding-top:0px;"><center>...too close to the bottom.</center></div><div class=lucreziapic></div></div></div></center>
Lucrezia is loyal to Ischia and chooses her normal peafowl wings.
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