Posted by Oceantree on October 2, 2008, 10:21 pm, in reply to "Though they go mad, they shall be sane."24.116.11.190 She was alone, like always. Drifting between the trees of Desreal. A nowhere land. A place for those who didn't really belong anywhere. A place for those like the scar-painted mare. Torn and defeated by her own mind. It didn't really bother her, she began to prefer solitude. Emptiness couldn't hurt you. It couldn't lie to you. It couldn't cast you aside. It simply exists. The long slender figure passed between shadows. They dying orange glow of the sun filtered strange patterns to the forest floor. Her water and earth were rage. Tearing each other apart and violently crashing back together. Like the cold sea to dark cliffs. Her eyes - electric blue and a green so strange and brilliant the true earth could never produce a color so fine - they were dark and cloudy. Rain fell somewhere in those depths. It wasn't long before she crossed a part of Desreal she had never been to before. The air was thicker here. Visible even as the sun fell further in the sky. It was a gray place. A quiet place. A place for ghosts and remembrance. The bones were sparse for now. Long forgotten and sun bleached. Scattered by a storm's fury. In the distance, between the trees and mist, she saw a dark figure. A lonely figure. A reflection of herself. They were larger, more powerful. Her steps were silent and careful. Her wild eyes raged on behind her long black and white forelock. She heard his laugh. A haunting sound. It was like a lullaby for the deceased. It lured her closer, but she was silent still. Her shadow falling beneath those of the trees. Her elements fighting all the while. Trying to change her. But keeping her the same. When she is near enough she steps from behind the shadows. Hearing his words, feeling them in the depths of whatever broken soul she had left. She seemed to materialize. Fade completely from the shadow that held her into the fading light. The ghost light. "They have forgotten this place. So long ago..." Her voice wasn't rainbows and flowers. It was still beautiful, but fierce. So unlike how she used to be - who she used to be. Her gaze drifted to the bones scattered amongst the forest debris. She wondered, for a moment, what it would feel like. Would it be a release? Would it be painful? Would it be something else altogether? "Don't I know you..." Her gaze had fallen back to his wine-dark stare. It was so familiar. So comforting. As if a wraith of this place was trying to tell her something. A story long since past. "I am Oceantree." O C E A N T R E Eearth and sea; I I IIllusionist 2 Message Thread: Though they go mad, they shall be sane. - Skord October 2, 2008, 9:51 pm a faint and dreary hymn to ghosts - Oceantree October 2, 2008, 10:21 pm Your tongue befouls its tune. - Skord October 3, 2008, 10:26 pm « Back to thread Post a Response WARNING! You have Javascript disabled in your browser, this form may not function correctly.Your Name: Subject: Message: Image URL: Link Title:Link URL: By posting, you confirm that you have read and agreed to be bound by the board's usage terms. Hosted for FREE by Boardhost.Create your own free message board!
She was alone, like always. Drifting between the trees of Desreal. A nowhere land. A place for those who didn't really belong anywhere. A place for those like the scar-painted mare. Torn and defeated by her own mind. It didn't really bother her, she began to prefer solitude. Emptiness couldn't hurt you. It couldn't lie to you. It couldn't cast you aside. It simply exists. The long slender figure passed between shadows. They dying orange glow of the sun filtered strange patterns to the forest floor. Her water and earth were rage. Tearing each other apart and violently crashing back together. Like the cold sea to dark cliffs. Her eyes - electric blue and a green so strange and brilliant the true earth could never produce a color so fine - they were dark and cloudy. Rain fell somewhere in those depths. It wasn't long before she crossed a part of Desreal she had never been to before. The air was thicker here. Visible even as the sun fell further in the sky. It was a gray place. A quiet place. A place for ghosts and remembrance. The bones were sparse for now. Long forgotten and sun bleached. Scattered by a storm's fury. In the distance, between the trees and mist, she saw a dark figure. A lonely figure. A reflection of herself. They were larger, more powerful. Her steps were silent and careful. Her wild eyes raged on behind her long black and white forelock. She heard his laugh. A haunting sound. It was like a lullaby for the deceased. It lured her closer, but she was silent still. Her shadow falling beneath those of the trees. Her elements fighting all the while. Trying to change her. But keeping her the same. When she is near enough she steps from behind the shadows. Hearing his words, feeling them in the depths of whatever broken soul she had left. She seemed to materialize. Fade completely from the shadow that held her into the fading light. The ghost light. "They have forgotten this place. So long ago..." Her voice wasn't rainbows and flowers. It was still beautiful, but fierce. So unlike how she used to be - who she used to be. Her gaze drifted to the bones scattered amongst the forest debris. She wondered, for a moment, what it would feel like. Would it be a release? Would it be painful? Would it be something else altogether? "Don't I know you..." Her gaze had fallen back to his wine-dark stare. It was so familiar. So comforting. As if a wraith of this place was trying to tell her something. A story long since past. "I am Oceantree."
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