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Posted on March 19, 2011 at 12:08:37 PM by Perverse

She was taking slow steps into the land that the water goddess shoved together, her heart slowly beat inside of her chest as her eyes searched the distances. Soft colors of blues and reds dotted the horizon, clouds fluttered just in front of her they seemed so close, but so very far away. Ears took their turn stroking the sky, her own heart beating steadily within her chest as she moved her neck so that her head was twisted off to the right. This kingdom, it was steadily growing, she could tell, but like before, she had a premonition of the war, and now she knew who was going to start it. Civil unrest, it was time to warn the others.

The mare turned her neck now to the left, allowing her eyes to fall upon her own coat. The black base seemed to hide from the light for some reason, and the white seemed to shimmer in the sight of the rising sun. Lips twitched in a tight smile as she pushed her head forward so that her chocolate eyes could hail the horizon. “So we pray, let my lips only move in truth, let my listeners be compelled to do what is right, and let my soul rest forever in the temple of Elyria when I die. I wish it, so mote it be.” Words slipped from her lips as she prayed silently to herself, she would tell them of the new child mare, she would tell them off the war to come.

Sigh. No, no one here would believe the words that she said until it was too late. Pause. Head snapped upward, the slight deafness in her left ear heard the crunching of a twig. Nothing. The mare brought her head down, grazing a little as she waited for someone to show up. Time was off the essences, what thing premonitions brought was knowledge of the future. As useless as she was sometimes the mare was starting to understand herself. She wanted to drink down her premonitions, and she wanted to enjoy them. Quaff maybe?

Soul. It brewed inside of her chest as she slowly walked around, her lips hovering just above the grass as she allowed her tail to move slowly against her flank. This is what happened when you stuck monarchies together that were not mates, they fought. She was starting to understand what Elyria was trying to say before she fled her goddess temple. Understanding, she was starting to understand herself a little more. The urge to help those that were unsuspecting was tickling the mares being. She had to help, she wouldn’t be a very good horse with moral fibers if she didn’t. She would have to revisit Elyria after speaking the rest of the premonition to one of the monarchies here.

Mare. Three. No Home. No Rank. Level III Psychic. 53 Tokens

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falling clocks of innocence - By t a b o o March 19, 2011 at 05:17:00 PM
It all depends on how you see it. - By Perverse March 19, 2011 at 05:50:56 PM
looks like a solo tonight - By Sasha March 21, 2011 at 03:13:13 PM
swallow these capsules - By t a b o o March 22, 2011 at 00:56:20 AM
- By font fairy March 19, 2011 at 12:28:03 PM

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