03-14-2020, 12:00 PM
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<br><font face="times" size="2" color="743e6a"><div align="justify"><font face="times">The high that Tiasa rides from achieving her dream carries her through the dips, the lulls. When the tides start to shift against her, it is disappointing, of course - Tiasa’s not stupid enough to not acknowledge that - but it sparks a deeper ambition within her at the same time. When her mane curls around her in the depths as she stands there waiting and no one comes, the feeling of loss that sits in her heart is not as great as she feared but the fact that it is present disturbs her a little bit. Eventually she stops waiting so much, eventually she becomes more of a wanderer, a nomad. She got what she wanted, for a time, and perhaps it was foolish to think that she could remain at the heights for eternity. She is not cowed, however, and certainly not deterred.
All gods are forgotten in time, made sideshows and scrambling for scraps of prayer here and there. Does that mean she got what she wished for when she reaches that same inevitable end?
The voice of the mare comes, breaking through the dream - the prophecy of her life. <font color=d798cb>“That’s an odd question.”</font> She replies, blatantly not answering it directly to buy herself a little bit more time to answer. She turns it over in her mind for a while, considering it. Would she be at peace, living in her swamp, after all that time? Happy with whatever visitors she gets by chance - the opportunity to stretch old muscles to seduce and to kill. She doubts this even now, even as young as she is, and she hopes that time will not have the same effect on her that it does on so many others - she does not wish to become complacent or boring. Whatever happens, she will not settle or give up.
<font color=d798cb>“Yes.”</font> She finally replies. <font color=d798cb>“You’ve shown me that the world always changes, whether I will it or not, and then I will change as well. I do not believe there is only one trick in me, and when the world moves on I move on too - I will grow, I will adapt, I will find a new goal and a new dream to achieve. A new way to strike fear and love into those around me. I am capable of evolving.”</font> Tiasa believes this with all her heart now, a fire set alight by these dreams and this vision. It is not enough to just be one thing, not even just a goddess. With each generation she can become something new. Whatever this vision speaks - Tiasa knows the truth. There is no one quite like her. In a world of magic, in a world of monsters, perhaps all she needs to do to set herself apart is avoid being defined as one single thing.
Her future does not end with the accomplishment of her desire. It is just a stepping stone to more.
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<center>art by dozymare</center>
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<br><font face="times" size="2" color="743e6a"><div align="justify"><font face="times">The high that Tiasa rides from achieving her dream carries her through the dips, the lulls. When the tides start to shift against her, it is disappointing, of course - Tiasa’s not stupid enough to not acknowledge that - but it sparks a deeper ambition within her at the same time. When her mane curls around her in the depths as she stands there waiting and no one comes, the feeling of loss that sits in her heart is not as great as she feared but the fact that it is present disturbs her a little bit. Eventually she stops waiting so much, eventually she becomes more of a wanderer, a nomad. She got what she wanted, for a time, and perhaps it was foolish to think that she could remain at the heights for eternity. She is not cowed, however, and certainly not deterred.
All gods are forgotten in time, made sideshows and scrambling for scraps of prayer here and there. Does that mean she got what she wished for when she reaches that same inevitable end?
The voice of the mare comes, breaking through the dream - the prophecy of her life. <font color=d798cb>“That’s an odd question.”</font> She replies, blatantly not answering it directly to buy herself a little bit more time to answer. She turns it over in her mind for a while, considering it. Would she be at peace, living in her swamp, after all that time? Happy with whatever visitors she gets by chance - the opportunity to stretch old muscles to seduce and to kill. She doubts this even now, even as young as she is, and she hopes that time will not have the same effect on her that it does on so many others - she does not wish to become complacent or boring. Whatever happens, she will not settle or give up.
<font color=d798cb>“Yes.”</font> She finally replies. <font color=d798cb>“You’ve shown me that the world always changes, whether I will it or not, and then I will change as well. I do not believe there is only one trick in me, and when the world moves on I move on too - I will grow, I will adapt, I will find a new goal and a new dream to achieve. A new way to strike fear and love into those around me. I am capable of evolving.”</font> Tiasa believes this with all her heart now, a fire set alight by these dreams and this vision. It is not enough to just be one thing, not even just a goddess. With each generation she can become something new. Whatever this vision speaks - Tiasa knows the truth. There is no one quite like her. In a world of magic, in a world of monsters, perhaps all she needs to do to set herself apart is avoid being defined as one single thing.
Her future does not end with the accomplishment of her desire. It is just a stepping stone to more.
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<div align=center style="position:relative; left:150px; top:30px; font-family: 'Yesteryear', cursive; font-size:32px; color:#6577a7">tiasa</div></td></tr></table></center></td></tr></table></center></td></tr></table></center>
<center>art by dozymare</center>