" It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but ourselves. "
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It was a late night; fall had came and breathed across the land
creating the first wave of what was to be a cold winter, perhaps. She could
feel the way the breeze moved over her spine, her tail trying to gently brush
it away but with no real luck. It was a fools hope. But, she stood quietly
underneath the open sky of the plains- where she lingered. It hadn't been long
since she had pulled apart from her mother and the herd. A lingering pang of
loneliness hid in her heart but continuously, she repeated, this was for her
own good. Being around others who were completely unsupportive and in
many ways, shallow- she was smart enough to know that it wasn't healthy. It
didn't stop that sickening feeling of being vulnerable. Anyone that she had
known was in that Herd and here she was being stupidly 'brave' to leave.
Was it worth it ?
A soft sigh left her velvet nose as she let her head hang down, the lights of
the stars reflecting off her soft coat. Defeat. She was feeling defeat, her legs
dragging as she continued the small walk. Soft wooden eyes peered down at
the earth, orbs taking in the details of the strips of foliage that surrounded
her. It was beautiful- everything was beautiful. The plains were open, wide
and embracing. This wasn't where she had grown up, no. The mare's vision
was normally cluttered by many trees in her sight- the moon was barely
visible and that in itself made her feel very alone. But here it was, shining
brightly in the night and yet that hollowness still filled her chest. It was
something inside of her- nothing on the outside would fix that, which was
becoming apparent. It wasn't like she had actively sought out other equines
though. A part of her, she was almost shy. Would they know she wasn't from
around here ?
A soft shake of her head, soft white yet tinted green hair shifted over her
face blocking her vision for a moment. Orbs closed gently, feeling the earth
below her and taking a deep breath of the cool air that moved inside of her
lungs. Centering herself, she couldn't help but release yet another sound of
spiritually being exhausted. What was right and what was wrong- there was
no defined law yet in her heart, she knew she was doing what was right. But
could this truly be what was right ? It was something that pondered in her
mind for a moment longer before raising her head up and letting her eyes
shift upwards.
Diamonds littered the sky, glittering brightly despite the darkness in the sky.
Arcadia was sure that even if the moon was gone, the stars would light up
the sky easily. Were those hopes and dreams of others, as well ? She wasn't
sure but for a moment, she liked to think so. As a foal, she had been told
that there were stars that held stories. Wondering if this was true, she
couldn't help but search deeply as her head cocked to the side. Lights
danced in the sky, color lining the night as the small borealis shifted softly as
if it was making an entrance. It was stunning- for a moment, she remained
enticed before a sound caught her attention. Ears snapped back as she
turned her head to look behind her. Was she being hunted ? There had been
stories about creatures, other equines actually, that preyed on their own kind.
This wasn't something she wanted to think about. Arcadia was a pretty small
mare- she wouldn't get far with words of acid to defend.
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It was a late night; fall had came and breathed across the land
creating the first wave of what was to be a cold winter, perhaps. She could
feel the way the breeze moved over her spine, her tail trying to gently brush
it away but with no real luck. It was a fools hope. But, she stood quietly
underneath the open sky of the plains- where she lingered. It hadn't been long
since she had pulled apart from her mother and the herd. A lingering pang of
loneliness hid in her heart but continuously, she repeated, this was for her
own good. Being around others who were completely unsupportive and in
many ways, shallow- she was smart enough to know that it wasn't healthy. It
didn't stop that sickening feeling of being vulnerable. Anyone that she had
known was in that Herd and here she was being stupidly 'brave' to leave.
Was it worth it ?
A soft sigh left her velvet nose as she let her head hang down, the lights of
the stars reflecting off her soft coat. Defeat. She was feeling defeat, her legs
dragging as she continued the small walk. Soft wooden eyes peered down at
the earth, orbs taking in the details of the strips of foliage that surrounded
her. It was beautiful- everything was beautiful. The plains were open, wide
and embracing. This wasn't where she had grown up, no. The mare's vision
was normally cluttered by many trees in her sight- the moon was barely
visible and that in itself made her feel very alone. But here it was, shining
brightly in the night and yet that hollowness still filled her chest. It was
something inside of her- nothing on the outside would fix that, which was
becoming apparent. It wasn't like she had actively sought out other equines
though. A part of her, she was almost shy. Would they know she wasn't from
around here ?
A soft shake of her head, soft white yet tinted green hair shifted over her
face blocking her vision for a moment. Orbs closed gently, feeling the earth
below her and taking a deep breath of the cool air that moved inside of her
lungs. Centering herself, she couldn't help but release yet another sound of
spiritually being exhausted. What was right and what was wrong- there was
no defined law yet in her heart, she knew she was doing what was right. But
could this truly be what was right ? It was something that pondered in her
mind for a moment longer before raising her head up and letting her eyes
shift upwards.
Diamonds littered the sky, glittering brightly despite the darkness in the sky.
Arcadia was sure that even if the moon was gone, the stars would light up
the sky easily. Were those hopes and dreams of others, as well ? She wasn't
sure but for a moment, she liked to think so. As a foal, she had been told
that there were stars that held stories. Wondering if this was true, she
couldn't help but search deeply as her head cocked to the side. Lights
danced in the sky, color lining the night as the small borealis shifted softly as
if it was making an entrance. It was stunning- for a moment, she remained
enticed before a sound caught her attention. Ears snapped back as she
turned her head to look behind her. Was she being hunted ? There had been
stories about creatures, other equines actually, that preyed on their own kind.
This wasn't something she wanted to think about. Arcadia was a pretty small
mare- she wouldn't get far with words of acid to defend.
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