The Academy: Love, loss, like a bullet's path- tear through the cavity of my chest; DELILAH

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

Whether or not we are all fighters, watchers, or listeners, we are one in the same, and no matter what you have seen in your past life- it ends here. The Academy's settling atmosphere, the ridged hillocks of green grass, tipped by the frost of the oncoming winter, the solemn breeze that caresses your withers with care... It has the ability to reveal, and yet dismiss every ounce of regret, guilt, anger, deceit, and other hateful emotion from its boundaries. Here, if one has been a Warrior, and had severely injured other horses, had been injured, and had almost been a Silver, they will forever be wecome in the sacred grounds, so long as the forgive, and never forget. It is easy to cross the line with becoming at peace with oneself, and trying to forget all cruel deeds dealt in the past- one must remember, if they are to release. Heh, am I just being obscene, or am I truly at home in the Academy? This palce, this land, all of its beauty, my flowers combined with it, it... It grants me more knowledge, it seems, with the very experience of age.

Perhaps I too, someday, can shed some light on someone else's shadows with that very same thing- the pwoer of age. Fate willing, of course; and with that, my lighter mood became darkened, my glittering black orbs becoming shadowed, brooding. As I had pointed out... One must not forget what has happened, nor what is to come, for it is inevitable that it shall hit you when you are looking away.
The rain had not dampened my spirits, but the vehement thought that this mare, this beautiful, kind bay mare, had rejected me, crushed me... There was a barrier surrounding my brain, a strong, earth-like resisitance, and yet, I felt a piece of that shield wither, being burnt by a fire inside my mind. The singeing and scorching receded after a moment of holding my breath, a sharp intake and an exhale... But a fear had leapt into my body, sending my heart racing in the speed of a gallop. Was that... My anger? Never had I felt such a tense, vulgar emotion attempt to snatch the reins of my rational thinking from me before. It was... An abomination, to be inside my head, to be cruel and mean spirited inside me. But that ticking I had felt inside me, it was speeding up. I had a huge sense of discontent emanating from within, and it was growing larger every day. I prayed Delilah had not the strength of observation to notice it, not yet. Still, her words brought me back from my confusion in the entireity of that feeling I had experienced, and watched her as she began her ascent to the top of a nearby hillock. With a surge of energy, I noticed the final power of Earth come to me, sending ripples of flowers in all directions. I swallwoed nervously, recalling how dangerous it could be, but nodded to myself in reassurance, stepping after the bay mare. Her pregnant body managed the top of the hill, and as I reached the crest alongside her, my blue roan head dipped slightly, letting her concentrate as I touched my nose caringly to the earth. With a cry of shock, I leapt back, for a sprout had funnelled up through the ground and struck me, growing ever bigger as it made a getaway for the sky. The small root became a thin sapling, and that sapling heralded a thicker trunk now, and taller still it grew... Limbs splayed out every which way, leaves slithering out from the tips of its many fingers, loosely dangling in green essence, and then it stopped. At the top of the hill in the Academy, beside Delilah and myself, I had not manifested, but essentially created a large Ash tree.

The words choked in my throat as the bay femme threw her head back and was nearly struck by the force of the Lightning; its depths immediately began to glow in a surge of colours, their glorious sight bringing calm to my heart. At first, my inked eyes had been wide in despair for what she was doing, but realizing her Super was under control, and its beauty so extreme, I had to smile, a small laugh escaping my dark lips.

Swivelling my pinions forwards, I bobbed my head comically in my unnatural excitement at her grande technique. Black tassels swished as I took a step closer, pain evident in my eyes, though, as I told her, "Delilah, it is wonderful. I truly cannot wait until I too can harness such a masterpiece as this." Honestly, there was a hunger in me. I suppressed it, but... I wanted it. I wanted a power like that so much that I could have howled it out- it was amazing, and luring. I already had Earth III. It would not take long. Why does it matter? Calm yourself, Formaldehyde.

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH III
W O L F
EMISSARY