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~ i was born with invisible wings:
Posted on August 10, 2021 at 11:33:54 PM by M j � l n i r

~ i was born with invisible wings:

And then there is a vision of the rising of a red moon over the peaks of the Isles, smoke curled up and around the moon and J�rmungandr rose from the sea.

The vision wraps itself around his soul. He can hear their pitiful cries and smell the putrid stench of their burnt flesh. Their fear settles itself around him, it feels real, the pain and their suffering. And then his body begins to convulse, it starts at his hooves and then crawls up his legs until his whole body shakes and jars. A terrified scream erupts from out of his mouth as he collapses on the frozen earth, hooves rake against the dead leaves and gnarled roots of the trees. His blunt teeth chatter together violently and his eyes roll into the back of his head with each convulsion.

From the void his mother appears, her bone white face stark against the darkness that now envelopes him. Her dark eyes fill with worry and her brow furrow's deeply as she looks down on him. The gods have chosen you as the messenger. She pauses a breath before she disappears back into the darkness.

"M��ir!" he desperately screams into the void.

There are several more convulsions, before they begin to weaken and finally his body relaxes. A cold sweat breaks out across his neck and shoulders, and then tiredly he rests his head against the churned up earth. A faint metallic scent reaches his flaring nostrils. "Sk�tt" he murmurs as he realizes he must of his hit his head against the base of the tree. The blood is sticky and warm against the base of his ear and across his muscled nape - a sharp contrast against his tawny colored hide.

Every muscle in his body screams and aches, so he lies there, quietly beneath the naked branches of the forest. His brilliant blue eye gazes into the cloudless sky just beyond the gnarled branches. "The gods have chosen you as the messenger," his mother's words return to the forefront of his mind. A moan escapes his pink whiskered lips as he clinches his eyes shut. It is either a blessing or a curse... and yet it is all to be determined.

His ears flick as the earth begins to pound beneath him once more. "Oh gods, please no," he pleads quietly. But the trembling is not another vision, but the thundering approach of hooves against the frozen earth. Perhaps, if he is still, they will not make an approach and find him broken on the forest floor. He could avoid the questions and the judgement. And could finally rest his exhausted body peacefully.

M j � l n i r

viking seer
Icelandic // 4.5 years // 14.2 hh // Silver Buckskin Splash // Stallion

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Replies:

ghost, come back again - By KORE August 24, 2021 at 01:10:35 AM
- i know my own mind, - By M j � l n i r August 30, 2021 at 08:04:46 PM
  - lost, and by the wind grieved - By KORE August 31, 2021 at 00:39:58 AM

. - By x August 9, 2021 at 08:41:04 AM

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