The battle she fought between the good and bad never seemed to end. Anytime that she thought she was succeeding at be a creature of light, a part of her seemed to snap and the darkness would set in. She could never truly find that balance between good and evil. The more she tried the more she failed. She felt like she was going mad with the struggle of it all. The voices whispered to her; trying to tempt her to the dark side. Oh! Their calls were seductive, oh so seductive but she fought hard against them. They were trying to break her and they were trying to make her succumb to something she hadn’t the first clue about. The evil things had been all for her parents and for her twin. That was their thing. She was the odd duck, the child that loved to laugh. Memories of her childhood come flooding back. She can remember the sun and how it seemed to caress her. The feeling of love and peace she had felt during that time was strong. The butterflies had been her friend and the birds her companions. Laughter was an action she did often and playing with other foals was something she adored. She had been too young to see the worried glances her father casted her way as he kept an eye on her. Through his lands her laughter could be heard as she danced amongst the flowers. A smile seemed as common on her face as a scowl on her father’s. Oh the questions! She had had so many questions and was thirsty to learn of all. Only, she was different at night. At night she feared everything. The creatures that moved and the predators that stalked were her enemies. She would try to hide behind her father, but he would never be there. He always pushed for her to accept the dark as a part of her. Even then she fought against it. How could the darkness be such a good thing? She held onto her innocence with everything she had, but it was a losing battle. The older she got, the more the voices came. THE RUINS, for the longest time ignored those voices and chalked them up to the cricket on her shoulder. Yet, the older she got the more she realized she was slowly going insane. Now, at a healthy eight years of age, she knows she is not normal. Truth be told, she never was, but the voices, those were something entirely different. She knew how to react to the shadows and to the night. They were old friends and enemies, that still terrified her, but she knew how to deal. The voices, they were something she was still learning about. She had no control over her. They told her to bad things and she couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t. She wanted more out of life then to hurt others. She has seen the pain her family caused and she wouldn’t do the same. She just couldn’t! In the middle of her thoughts, a whicker crashes through. Turning her startled face she stares at the beast coming towards her. She takes comfort in the fact he is pure black, unlike the men of her family. She takes a deep breath and steadies her pacing heart. Taking the moment she can, she studies him. He is tall, much taller than her and seems to be a good natured type of guy. This too helps to ease her. She allows herself a faint soft smile. Thoughts of being banished never cross her mind, for she has a sense that this man isn’t cruel and his words just prove her train of thoughts. For a moment, she allows herself to feel a moment of peace but it is quickly ruined when he speaks of helping her find someone. That is not what she wants at all, in fact, she was the opposite. She wants to be lost and she wants to stay that way. Hello is all she responds with as she watches him stop a few paces away from her. The space is greatly appreciated. As much as she yearns for the touch of another, her need for safety outweighs that immensely. An eye peeking out from her thick raven locks stares at him. It is a gentle look, an understanding look. She acts as if she is the wisest thing on the outside, but inside she is just dying to know what is going on. Your offer is kind, but I am fine. I had noticed from a far a beautiful thing calling my name and so my soul reached out to see and my body just happened to follow. I am not seeking much of anything, just a little bit of freedom, but how can one be free when we are all prisoners of what we see? Her words were poetic and soft, a few words for thought and nothing more. Yet is pleases thee, I can fly away and find a world of new. She didn’t want to step on any toes. Truly she didn’t. She was just looking for a place to hide out in and this place seemed like the perfect realm for it. mare _ friesian x draft mix _ black Ee _ sixteen hands _ eight years _ mare of nowhere _ riyfina |