turn from the light that made them all go blind; stoney

[stoney]

All she has left to offer is her life.

Violence takes it, takes her.

One moment, she hears the bones fall.

The next, she hears how her hooves strike thunder from the earth.

Then a whistle that builds to a wail as her body sails through the air. She is flying and it is beautiful! Weightless, free, there is no thought in her - just a grin, just flying until her trajectory changes to a hurtling drop as gravity sucks her back down. The earth smacks her hard, hard enough to snap her neck and Stoney doesn’t fly any more, she dies.

What makes Stoney, that essence of life, starts to seep out of her and gather itself into a mist above her body. It starts to rise towards light and something else, then it is sucked back into her lungs with a breath of strained life. Her eyes fly open and she sucks in great gulps of air that threaten to burst her lungs, panic seizes her limbs and she shakes, immobilized by the sad truth that she cannot die. In fact, she is as immortal as her mother and her half-sister, and here she had thought herself entirely ordinary! Pulled back from the precipice of death, she lies there, like a fish out of water until the panic subsides, and Stoney felts life flood her limbs, ugly and thick with responsibility.

Possession. Death. Immortality.

Stoney is forever changed by them all.

She lays there; Violence and the bones are long gone before she climbs shakily to her feet.

There is a stiffness to her gait, a permanent paralyzation that has set itself in her bones - her neck though healed, now has a bulge from the break that her mane can hide, but it is there and reminds her of the moment she died. Stoney holds back the tears that threaten to break out of her eyes, wild and rampant. It seems silly to cry now, she barely lived and then she died and now she lives again - there is more than enough cause for celebratory tears, but those are not the kind of tears that prick the corners of her eyes. She will not cry now, certain that her tears are meant for later as the dark creeps around her. Now is for life and the bitter taste it leaves in her mouth.

ooc: that my love, was perfect! you delivered death and immortality in a nice neat package, and I cannot thank you enough! and obviously no need to reply, just wanted to close this up. <333