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A g u i l t l e s s ghost..[any]
Posted on August 27, 2021 at 00:57:22 AM by A N N E B O L E Y N

A g u i l t l e s s ghost..

The chill of the air was only rivaled by the biting frost slowly creeping deep within her chest - her heart slowly beginning to feel like as heavy and cold as bitter coal newly dug from deep within the earth. For how long has she wandered? How far as she traveled? Even she does not know. What is one more step, a few more breaths, a couple more looks into the darkness of the night? Hazel eyes, darting back and forth, are the only things about her that are moving with any hint of urgency. She is lost, searching, striving unsuccessfully to find an end to this tumultuous journey long ago embarked upon.

Weary shoulders begin to droop and she feels herself slowing once more - though how she could move slower than her already snail-like pace is hard to fathom. Dainty nostrils widen and retract, warm air puffing out like smoke from a long forgotten dragon as she finally comes to a standstill. She does not know for which she was searching, but she does know this - she has arrived in a strange new land. If she had the energy she might quiver with fright, as would have been customary for one of her delicate nature. Instead she chooses, though bitter with cold and hunger, to stand as firm as possible as she sways on spindle-thin legs. Here, in this new place, she shall begin again. This time, with the coming of the impending dawn, she too shall rise like the sun and choose to be renewed. For the moment, as she stands as quiet as a fleeting shadow, she will rest.

Yet how can one rest when in a place so strange? The many scents clash alarmingly, each vying for entry and begging for attention. Bone tired as she may be, the hints of fear and the lingering stench of testosterone are enough to convince the poor girl not to close her eyes. Blink quickly, shift your weight, breathe in, breathe out - her list of reminders to help her pass the time as she stands apprehensively in a seemingly empty corner of this unfamiliar land. It cannot be possible that she is truly alone - she knows loneliness, and this building anticipation does not accompany that beast. My poor little Anne; forever waiting, hoping, for what will come next.

A N N E B O L E Y N
a whisper on the wind, chilling fingers down your spine..

"speech"; thoughts; post.
Genetics; EE/aa/RnT/nLp/PATn2 // Blue Roan Pintaloosa // 15.3hh // Mare // 4 years.
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Replies:

in these bodies we will live claim - By Jaskier August 27, 2021 at 01:02:09 AM
- A g u i l t l e s s ghost.. - By A N N E B O L E Y N August 28, 2021 at 02:11:36 AM
  - in these bodies we will live - By Jaskier August 29, 2021 at 09:27:10 AM
    - A g u i l t l e s s ghost.. - By A N N E B O L E Y N August 30, 2021 at 01:22:14 AM
      - in these bodies we will live - By Jaskier August 31, 2021 at 06:14:07 AM
        
        A g u i l t l e s s ghost.. - By A N N E B O L E Y N September 5, 2021 at 01:25:20 AM
        
        in these bodies we will live - By Jaskier September 5, 2021 at 08:17:13 AM
        
        A g u i l t l e s s ghost.. - By A N N E B O L E Y N September 11, 2021 at 03:03:35 AM
        
        [ x ] >> - By Jaskier September 11, 2021 at 07:09:29 AM

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