Post by Cloudy on Nov 4, 2011 9:48:31 GMT -8
Internal Desire
The day looked heavenly. The sky was cloud-less, bright and blue, the ocean only a few shades deeper, the sun high but it was freezing cold. The winds chilled the landscape, the birds were eerily silent upon their perches and the lone mare shivered. Dez had woken only but a few moments ago and shaken off the last sighs of sleep and smiled to the crisp air which seemed to smirk back. Stretching her fifteen ft wings toward the heavens, Dez thrust them down, launching herself into the empty sky.
The pegasi arabian glided on the biting breezes, the wind toying with her tresses, her light frame carried with ease by nature herself. Although Dez wasn't a purebred pegasi, she was a hybrid between the larger dreamed pegasus and the smaller, fantasy one. But her hybrid nature altered what would otherwise be a soft, charming and eaceful soul. That was simply only half of her now. Darkness, marked by the misformed cresent upon her forehead, took over fifty percent of her inner being, and she'd resented it at the moment the ebony filth had fallen, his spinal cord severed with one strike.
Not something Dez was ever going to want to remember.
Her lengthy forelock fluttered about her dark blue eyes. There was something else. When Dez was younger, those orbs planted into her skull were of the palest shade of blue, but darkened considerably after that fatal blow to His neck. Then Dez snapped back to reality, the wind racing through her ribbons as the ocean came ever closer. The ivory bullet plummeted further downward, a shrill squeak escaping her maw as she beat her snowy wings hard. The decent was halted finally and the mare returned to the cliff where she'd taken off, sweating in panic and fear, her eyes wide. She let her neck droop, her forelock to fall and her wings to rest on the ground as she lay on the rocky terrain, trying to regain control of her wizzing mind.
Dez sighed and scrambled to her hooves. Another close shave with memories. But why did memories exist if they hurt so bad? WHy did they take a place? Why, why and simply why again. Everything hurt about her foalhood, the pain of realization. And why did that hurt so bad? Why did it happen? Why did they chase her from her herd when only a foal? Dez shook her head and let the thoughts fall toward the rocky ground. She needed to fly.
Dez looked toward the sky, her legs standing still. With one hard beat, she was off the ground, gliding in the airy currents. The late morning warmth was coming now and happiness began to fill the hole that Dez needed it too, for if the young mare had stayed down on the land for too long, she'd kill someone. It was horrible how'd she turned nasty in the blink of an eye, but Dez couldn't have stopped it. She didn't know it was going to be a part of her, ruin her life.
And that, that was what it had done.
Her life was falling apart, she needed someone to save her from her own death, a death that she'd cause. Next time, she may just plummet to the ocean, not hold her breath or even open her wings. Life was simply a chore. There was never a reward for trying.
The arabian framed pegasi tossed her dial and swooped down toward the ocean again, gliding only inches above its surface. She saw her reflection. Hidious. The reflection of darkness, the body where darkness, fear and murder clashedwith beauty, softness and youthfulness. The body of war. Neither side would ever win, and Dez knew that one day, when the pain got too much, she'd return to this place, and she'd drown her mortal body in the salty grips of the water. But for now, she had too much to do.
The mare accended her form up again and took in a large breath of salty air. The mare flapped her large wings again and stared down at the waters that would oe day, one night possibly, when no one was looking, would form her coffin for eternity.
That would be unless someone could save her from insaity. Insanity was a one way ticket to sheer hell, a hell with one entrance and no exits. A deep abyss of darkness, fear anf ultimately, fire. Dez shook the thoughts of the furture from her mind again and concentrated one the joy if soaring through the crisp, late morning winter's air.
Finally, with a breath of joy, Dez controlled her decent and landed silently but shakely on the rocky land. Her mind was well and truely clear of memories...for now. A shift from behind Dez's light frame sounded the arrival of another, fellow equine, for it was too heavy, the sound, to be anything but. The mare swiveled a single aud in the sound's direction, and waited, her ivory glistening bodice in silence as she flaxen tail swayed in the breeze and her mane and forelock were toyed with by the air.
Word Count;; 890
Notes;; First time I've played Dez when she's remembering her past. xD
Tagged;; Anyone who wants to join!
