Decipher
Mare
Lone Dark
Blood on the leaves; blood at the root...
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Post by Decipher on Feb 18, 2007 15:24:50 GMT -5
It's scarily windy up here. Not that I give a damn. I walk around in a haze, my eyes glazed over, my balance totally shot. I assume I'm on Karuo somewhere, judging by my added lightheadedness. As I tiptoe along the edge, something happens. Something gives. Something inside me clicks: it's not worth it anymore. 'It' being the effort that it takes going throuh the monotonous circle of life, day by day. And as my body, the smokey outside a Dark, angry mask, the insides plagued for seven years by loathing hatred for any living thing, relaxes, the toned muscles taking a rare calming step.
...So much for cliche endings, right?
And as I feel the melting ground slip carefully away from beneath my hooves, I feel oddly at ease. As if everything is right in the world. My eyes roll backwards beneath greasy lids, a serene expression falling across my usually furrowed brow. And as the churning, icy water below embraces me and my body comes to a screeching halt at the bottom, I don't notice the pain, the agony, the stinging, piercing water. And my last thought is...beautiful. Oh, so very beautiful. So beautiful I can't even describe it to you. So brilliant that...I have no words. All I can tell you is that I'm finally at peace.[/size]
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