Post by `amethyst on Mar 22, 2009 15:11:30 GMT -5
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In the midst of the middle sun, the mare blinked her eyes. The light felt like a spotlight aimed at her from straight above, from the golden sphere hanging in the sky as if on a thread, like an immobile marionette. clouds of ivory lay on the sky's emptiness, wispy and long. the farther they traveled towards the edge of her sight, they became darker, grayer, taunting a brewing storm. The sun didn't fret, though, it just stayed still, glowing from a light within itself that the mare couldn't completely explain. She craned her neck, arching it, closing her eyes momentarily to shut off the bright lights of the world. She could feel sweat building up in her coat from the spring warmth from standing too long in the sun. It calmed her, something yet so foreign but yet so familiar at the same time. A wave of different emotions washed over her, then vanished completely like they were never there. as if they went straight to the empty hole torn through the center of her heart, it still wasn't enough to fill it completely whole again. It would never be the same, no matter how much she'd try.
Amethyst pricked her ears, listening in to the sounds around her. There was the lake nearby, with it's crystalline waters and lapping waves against the pebbled shore. The spring breeze brushed against her side, like liquid as if she were swimming underneath the depths of a sea of green. The soft pads of scampering paws were muffled by the whistle of the tall meadow grains bumping into one another as they danced with the wind. A hare, escaping something or purposely hiding from another. Or it may be lost, a young that had been separated from it's family. Just like her. In sudden rage, Amethyst perked and reared, an array of slim, colorfully marked birds sweeping out of the grasses around her. Startled, she leaped forward in a dead gallop, pounding out the anger that had bubbled over her like a cage. The pinto mare pushed forward towards a break in the ground underneath her, where it swooped downwards in jagged rocks of golden brown, caked with mud, until it reached the edge of the lake. The mare reared again, backing up pace by pace on her fore hooves, pawing at the air. Amethyst thundered, the calm that had overwhelmed her only a small fraction of the emotion she felt now.
To ease the pain she couldn't seem to get rid of anyway, the mare let her mind go wild. She opened it until she felt herself as if she were a spirit of her body walking outside of it, able to be completely free and lifeless. Amethyst let the spirit stretch out and expand, searching for any minds that were to be read. Except she knew that they'd feel her barge in; like an intruder. An unwanted stranger who can't get rid of even the simplest of all things. Then she hit a solid wall; not technically. But one built mentally around another's mind. It could have only been built by something larger than the scurrying hare, something like her. An equine. Or maybe even a bear that had wandered too far from the mountain sides where it had awaken from winter's ice. She felt compelled to reach toward it, to break down that wall. Her spirit rammed at it, and her physical form shook her head violently at the protest of the other creature. Why couldn't anyone realize how much she had been in pain? How much she wanted to be rid of it's power over her? She was no more than a pawn in a game played by someone else. Someone far more larger than she could possibly even think of.
As if the owner of the wall had heard amethyst's own thoughts, it fell away, like falling bricks. Heavy but and clanking against the ground in which they made no imprint. For they were only fragments of the mind. Of the other creature's imaginative defense. Her spirit jumped into the other's mind, freely, frolicking in the breathing thoughts. In the mind Amethyst picked through mental images of memory, precious and everlasting. She could see her -victim?- from the thoughts of how he saw himself. A colt. A colt in which had the power to manipulate the minds of others. Fear pricked at the edge of amethyst's being, for since she was rummaging in a mentally powerful equine, she was leaving herself vulnerable to him. The colt could read her mind or control it like a drug would take over as if she had an overdose. She let loose of the thought, letting a heavy sigh escape between her lips. With only a single decision, she removed herself from the colt's head. Amethyst could feel the relief from the youngling as she withdrew. Then her spirit came back to her, trotting above the dancing grasses of the meadows, not stopping to get a second glance at the lavender clovers and the daisies reaching up towards the sun. When her spirit had completely regained itself inside Amethyst's body, she could still feel that same hole in her heart that wouldn't fill. She stared around, blinking, trying to figure out why the world hurt her so much. All she wanted to be was loved. To be wanted by someone so much they couldn't damage her. She was too strong for that. And Amethyst wasn't just about to wait for someone to make that happen to her. And so it came to her; actions will have to make it happen.
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