w.ildflower

[Satsubatsu]

t.sumatay

nobody knows a wildflower still grows
by the side of the road
and she don't need to need like the roses

Blue splashed czaress's boa was arched in a proud stance, bright occuli watching the flutter of the raven above her. Ravens... the bird thought to be evil, dirty, a freak. But Tsuma's closest animal in relation to her was a raven - and she was niether evil nor dirty. True, a freak one could consider her to be, for her family had been proud to be Lies, and Tsumatay stood with the Truths. Firm muscles rippled under the patched tarp as she began to galloped, splashing through the smallest part of the Rushing River, glistening droplets catching the sun and wetting her painted pelt. Ess shook, sending the icy crystals once again into the air as she watched them fall, finding joy in the small thing such as this.

Feeling bored of this tiny happiness, the femora continued through the peaceful land. Now and again she would cringe, feeling the presence of a Lie. Lies… deceit, hate – all was well with them. Her twin, Satsubatsu, was a Lie – and a horror to life. But it truly was no matter; after all, the twins hated each since birth. But that mattered not.

Truths never spoke a word of lying – oh, but that in itself was a falsehood! Was to never truly feel love something the Lies were cursed for? Nay, for even the most hated being of the realm could love another. Why, then, was she not a Lie, like her family? Why was she one to have to suffer the conflict? Because she couldn’t be what her family wanted. Because she had to be the different one, the blue among a field of red. Water in a desert.

Again she continued, watching with silent orbs, looking for anyone... Hopefully the Lie following her - the shadow of her past - would not be the only one here. Unsteady nicker came uncalled for, and louder nicker, purer and stronger, issued forward. The fae would never allow herself to be concidered weak. Stopping once more, she reared, slightly, before landing once more on the spongy ground, and she awaited anyone, the first to make a sound.

she's at home with the weeds
and just as free as the night breeze
she's got the cool of a shade tree

s.hes g.rowin o.n m.e a.nd i c.ant l.ive w.ithout h.er

[maybaby40]

He was browsing pon the grass idly noticing the scents that pored in through his nares. The sweet scent of true fae and the bitter of a Lie. He worried not for most did not bother him since his build was so large. However he raised his large crown when he heard the voice of a dryad. First weak and then stronger as if afraid of being weak. His bass sounded out, A voice soliders had and would rally to in times of war and strife.

His heavy three beat drummed steadily as he watched for small animals so they weren't crushed 'neath massive flints. Amber eyes widened as he saw the most glorious sight. A nymph among the cherry blossoms. Suddenly conscios of his brawny bulk of sheer power next to the fae's finess.

Hail Fae may I ask the blessing layed pon the by the goddess above for surely it must echo the singing of angels itself.

[Satsubatsu]

((wow - I haven't checked this site in a long time *tear* I'll reply when my muse hast returned! I promise!!!))