Post by Satsubatsu on May 13, 2006 12:53:51 GMT -5
urar.aka
tel.l me im n.ot wor.thless
Tri-colored flicka's perfect daggers split the ground as she walked, cringing every time the raucous gulls squawked overhead. Yearling body rippled with already stupple muscles as the one who had not spoken in many months continued, hearing only the cry of the seafowl. Painted belle's auds flickered, still searching for a friend, though she knew not what that was. Uraraka had never ha a friend - she'd never had anybody, but herself. The living twin... the hated foal... And now the utterly alone yearling. When was her life going to change?
Of course, it was mostly likely never, the young bay paint thought to herself as she slowed and watched the setting sun turn the sky to violet. To be able to fly... To never be scared again. A dream come true, a dream never to happen.
Feeling foal-ish for the moment, catipiller began to gallop, racing the tide, racing the sun, as the sand flew behind her. She stopped, suddenly, whinnying softly at after her race. Orbs turned once again towards the sea... The sea that could take all her pain away. Hesitating steps took her closer, closer to the water where her troubles would drown.
an.d ill t.ry to prov.e yo.u rig.ht
se.renity
tel.l me im n.ot wor.thless
Tri-colored flicka's perfect daggers split the ground as she walked, cringing every time the raucous gulls squawked overhead. Yearling body rippled with already stupple muscles as the one who had not spoken in many months continued, hearing only the cry of the seafowl. Painted belle's auds flickered, still searching for a friend, though she knew not what that was. Uraraka had never ha a friend - she'd never had anybody, but herself. The living twin... the hated foal... And now the utterly alone yearling. When was her life going to change?
Of course, it was mostly likely never, the young bay paint thought to herself as she slowed and watched the setting sun turn the sky to violet. To be able to fly... To never be scared again. A dream come true, a dream never to happen.
Feeling foal-ish for the moment, catipiller began to gallop, racing the tide, racing the sun, as the sand flew behind her. She stopped, suddenly, whinnying softly at after her race. Orbs turned once again towards the sea... The sea that could take all her pain away. Hesitating steps took her closer, closer to the water where her troubles would drown.
an.d ill t.ry to prov.e yo.u rig.ht
se.renity
