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Posted on November 5, 2010 at 03:29:07 AM by Tia Maria
 It best not be Zacharias... The delicate crown was slung low, spiderspun mane tangled and ragged where spindly fingered pines had ripped chunks free. Silver coat was still scarred, bearing the brunt from one of Paduan's typical fits of rage, dirty and unhealthy looking. The silence and space had done neither of them any sort of good, cleaving the supposedly single heart into two once more. Oh how it ached and bled within her chest, staining her ribs like Faroe Island beaches! Even the tiny daughters, molded and shaped in their delicate likeness to their mother, could sense something amiss, spending more and more time with each other and away from their dam. A heavy sigh rattled hollowly in her throat, blue eyes dull as winter seas as they peered out from beneath the thin veil of a forelock. Single ear swiveled slowly to acknowledge the Northern daughter's presence, focus remaining on the tattered dragon king for a while longer before slipping away to stare past him. The Isles' dark waters had stolen her attention, the crash of waves against the sand and stone stirring old memories of her former home. It had been a long while since she had stepped foot in the waterfall kingdom, seen the frigid queen so eerily reminiscent of the regal Ophelia with her fine robes spun of history and heartache and eyes that had seen ages long past. She had heard whispers spread on the wings of ravens and locusts, their hushed voices speaking to the fact that something had happened, crashing the lands of Beqanna into disaster. Nothing was the same anymore, hitting flash point and vaporizing before it could be processed. Another shuddering sigh left her lungs, each exchange of oxygen heavy and thick as London fog in her lungs, Michael's rapture ringing in her ears. Perhaps this was the end of times, perhaps this was how things were meant to end. Slowly the pale lashes parted once more, sorrowful blue meeting empty gold. ..Not without me anyway... In a desperate attempt to regain their master's mind, the gems twined into her mane glimmered, warming against the unkept skin. Waves retreated from the shore, bearing the sand and stone for a good stretch, leaving the trio high and dry. Delicate vines broke through the unforgiving habitat of the beach, curling and creeping along the dancer's legs before being singed away, crumbling into tiny piles of ash. The aquamarine was confused however, torn between the mistress and the lover, uncertain as to which to help first, a halo of gentle light leaking from the silver form, the soft tendrils reaching for all those present. As we walk among these shadows in these streets, these fields of battle All together, walk alone against all we've ever known We will fight or we will fall |
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- my love was weighed down - By Audi November 5, 2010 at 01:50:38 PM
and I tried to hide myself - By zacharias November 11, 2010 at 08:00:46 PM
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