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Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 3, 2009, 4:17 pm, in reply to "i'm here to catch you"
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Rhythmic with the very pulse of life itself, derived of the very compression that is life, soil, foliage, all of what we see, know. Earth. Unyeilding, dense, sturdy, certain, something that, unlike many friends and moreso lovers, will remain for a much longer alotment of time. And into life, time thrusts itself ocne again, revealing that, even in the very spite of how enduring the Earth itself was, that it could still crumble in the face of creation itself. For, with time, the stones heaved, the dirt relinquished its steadfast hold, and the roots of the grasses and plants would dig too deep, weakening the once-stolid solidity. Is that what you are, Formaldehyde? A once-strong, surefooted stallion, but broken down by both time, weariness and the lack of will? Fate got me. And you cannot find fate, cannot chase it- it is your destiny. It controls it. You cannot see it, hear it, taste it. But you breathe it. Every second is your fate, and fate is what I have resigned to. But no. I never had the time to become as sturdy as the very Earth I love.
The Earth can never break your heart. But it can. For in the shape of walking horses, did it sprout, giving us life- and one very equine managed to shatter me, jade me. To thin keven before that, of my former glories back home, sickened me. I felt queasy as I remained silent, remembering I was there in the woods, in silence, in darkness, but not alone necassarily. Wicked, the Commander of my home herd, held herself with less pride than I ever would have thought her to; she was humble, brooding almost. As was I, the Haruspex. Was all of Andarin such a reclusive lot? A smile nearly made itself to my lips, though it faded uneasily as the obsidian mare made her short way around me, brushing her velvet nose to the earth before us both. My inked pools glimmered with interest, observing in my tranquil silence as the green tendril protruded from the soil, gingerly managing to embrace my own rose. The black rose, and the white.
Something within my heart failed, and I could have sworn that I saw a pale form in my mind's eye, sorrow etched into her features, watching me. She doesn't... She's not... Ignorantly, I pushed the thought away, watching in my mind as Skylar's face faded from my thoughts for now. The roses, so perfectly entwined. My eyes glanced towards Wicked, and I hadn't any idea what I was doing. Her Earth, it melded so kindly with my own, it was.. Calming.
And I turned towards her now, a gentle smile on my face.
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Skylar's Earth does too! my conscience pounded me within the contours of my mind, and I felt a massive shard of my heart evaporate. I felt run dry, almost as though I had made the largest mistake of my life yet (if it could be any more possible) and there was no way to escape it. I stood near the black mare, and my inked gaze traced her frame, horror eventually creeping into their depths. My hooves, as though controlled by an unknown presence, edged backwards slightly.
I looked to the roses. They were so gently wrapped together, and immediately fear engulfed me. With a terrified frown, I furrowed my brow, murdering the black rose that had arched so elegantly, so lover-like, over the alabastar white insignia at the top of the other stem. It wilted, petals falling cruelly to the forest floor, and I shook my head with short breaths.
What have I done! How could I... Skylar. I creased my face with worry lines, backing up more. It felt difficult to swallow as realization dawned on me. But I refused to flee, to simply run away from this kind mare. Though my voice was harsh and it broke from my tension, I managed to apologise, averting my eyes, "Forgive me, Wicked. This wasn't what I... I can't..." I sighed, lowering my blue roan crania, attempting to calm myself. What had I done? They couldn't know. No one could. No one. Especially not dear, dear...
"Wicked... I... Don't tell them. Don't tell anyone. Let them figure it out if they must, but..." I felt as though I had betrayed many horses' trust. My first thought was not of just Skylar, but her father, looming darkly behind her. If you ever hurt her, Formaldehyde, I will make sure to find you myself. the veiled threat, so meaningful now. Skylar.
I have to find Skylar.
I could not help but continue to back away now, not so panicked as I was so damn full of shame. As my blue roan form receded into the shadows, leaving Wicked, happy or sad I could not care to look, I noticed Grimm's presence, though he did not reveal himself, so nicely hidden in the cnopy of trees. "Go to her, Formaldehyde."
Yes.
OOC|Sorry, crap post. Being nagged by parents and dogs and cats all while writing is annoyiiing >_< and anyways, I thought we'd break it off now so you can have your babeh a week from today ^^ You can reply, or not. I hope no hard feelings come between them; once Formie settles down, he may not be so... Odd XD
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