Post by Black Thorns on Apr 13, 2012 0:53:15 GMT -5
Aspasia
She ghosted across the blanketed earth, wrapping herself in tendrils of whiteness. The moon shimmered against the snow as it fell in soft waves around her. It caught in the gold of her coat, mixing the pure color into vanilla cream. She snorted into the night sky, lifting her head up to the stars. The Gods were merciful tonight, letting her wander in peace. Blood had been shed too frequently wherever she meandered, forcing her further and further north. Here, at least, she felt the familiar comfort of chilling solitude settle about her shoulders. Blinking away flakes caught in her pale lashes, she continued down her path. She wasn't entirely certain of where she was going, nor of why she was traveling there, but she had a deep need to keep moving. The cold shook her to the bone, forcing her to curl close together. Perhaps this was her curse, now that she was free of the war. Her Gods, her Goddesses, they were not pleased with her. She was not pure as she should surely be, soiling herself in the crimson of others as she fought for her own life. Eternally she would freeze, eternally the winter would follow her. Was it fair? Certainly they believed it to be so. They wouldn't do this without a reason. Yet nobody- nobody- understood them, not anymore. Once they had been all powerful. Once, their names had been uttered only in necessity for fear of sparking the flame of anger.
The sound of rushing water greeted her ears, causing a smile to creep up her lips. She was starving, having found little to no food in so long. The snow melted quickly by the river, however, and the grass surely would be growing. Her hipbones strained against her skin, vertebrae and ribs easily counted. She was no more than skin and bones, at least any more. In the summer, the spring, she was long and slender, pleasantly thin as grazing was readily available. Yet in the winter she was near skeletal, grotesque and hungry, so very very hungry. She knew that food was plentiful down by the battlefield, not here, but she couldn't risk moving back there. She was utterly terrified of what may happen to her if she so much as set foot in that place. Surely the Great Ones should scoff at her, turn away from her affections and send the stars down to be rid of her. She wasn't worthy of them the moment she attacked another, the moment she went for blood. Her hooves scraped desperately at the ground, finding nothing but jagged stone and packed soil. She moaned out in hunger, before remembering to quiet herself. She was not to complain, nor to speak out of turn. Forcing her already weak body forwards, she continued on the path of the water. Please, O Great Ones, let me find food, let me drink and let your greatness replenish my strength and my will. She heaved herself across the ground, before an immense river stretched out before her. Though the wetness was still quite a bit away, she frantically dug at the ground for the slightest hope of food. She smiled at herslef, gleeful, as the ground revealed its treasures. Hungrily, she tore at the earth, the small blades ripped from the ground and ground in her teeth. This was, perhaps, the most delectable thing to exist on the earth. Happily, she continued on to the great river.
Wetness lapped at her, frigid and icy- was it always this cold?- but she, quite honestly, did not care. Joyously she leapt into the water, finding it shallow enough to stand in. She let the current crash agaisnt her side, letting it clean out the disgusting ridges and dips of her body. She was a golden skeleton suspended in a river, washed of sin. She lifted her head and whispered a blessing, an offering to the gods. They must understand her. Though she did not quite grasp what she was feeling as shivers trembled down her spine- perhaps the breath of the stars, of the angels- hypothermia had begun to set it. Far more prone due to her malnutrition, it was all she could do to control the tremours racking her body. When they ceased, she grinned in praise.
She collapsed with the same grin upon her lips.
Night whispers to me softly
"come and play..."
"come and play..."
She ghosted across the blanketed earth, wrapping herself in tendrils of whiteness. The moon shimmered against the snow as it fell in soft waves around her. It caught in the gold of her coat, mixing the pure color into vanilla cream. She snorted into the night sky, lifting her head up to the stars. The Gods were merciful tonight, letting her wander in peace. Blood had been shed too frequently wherever she meandered, forcing her further and further north. Here, at least, she felt the familiar comfort of chilling solitude settle about her shoulders. Blinking away flakes caught in her pale lashes, she continued down her path. She wasn't entirely certain of where she was going, nor of why she was traveling there, but she had a deep need to keep moving. The cold shook her to the bone, forcing her to curl close together. Perhaps this was her curse, now that she was free of the war. Her Gods, her Goddesses, they were not pleased with her. She was not pure as she should surely be, soiling herself in the crimson of others as she fought for her own life. Eternally she would freeze, eternally the winter would follow her. Was it fair? Certainly they believed it to be so. They wouldn't do this without a reason. Yet nobody- nobody- understood them, not anymore. Once they had been all powerful. Once, their names had been uttered only in necessity for fear of sparking the flame of anger.
The sound of rushing water greeted her ears, causing a smile to creep up her lips. She was starving, having found little to no food in so long. The snow melted quickly by the river, however, and the grass surely would be growing. Her hipbones strained against her skin, vertebrae and ribs easily counted. She was no more than skin and bones, at least any more. In the summer, the spring, she was long and slender, pleasantly thin as grazing was readily available. Yet in the winter she was near skeletal, grotesque and hungry, so very very hungry. She knew that food was plentiful down by the battlefield, not here, but she couldn't risk moving back there. She was utterly terrified of what may happen to her if she so much as set foot in that place. Surely the Great Ones should scoff at her, turn away from her affections and send the stars down to be rid of her. She wasn't worthy of them the moment she attacked another, the moment she went for blood. Her hooves scraped desperately at the ground, finding nothing but jagged stone and packed soil. She moaned out in hunger, before remembering to quiet herself. She was not to complain, nor to speak out of turn. Forcing her already weak body forwards, she continued on the path of the water. Please, O Great Ones, let me find food, let me drink and let your greatness replenish my strength and my will. She heaved herself across the ground, before an immense river stretched out before her. Though the wetness was still quite a bit away, she frantically dug at the ground for the slightest hope of food. She smiled at herslef, gleeful, as the ground revealed its treasures. Hungrily, she tore at the earth, the small blades ripped from the ground and ground in her teeth. This was, perhaps, the most delectable thing to exist on the earth. Happily, she continued on to the great river.
Wetness lapped at her, frigid and icy- was it always this cold?- but she, quite honestly, did not care. Joyously she leapt into the water, finding it shallow enough to stand in. She let the current crash agaisnt her side, letting it clean out the disgusting ridges and dips of her body. She was a golden skeleton suspended in a river, washed of sin. She lifted her head and whispered a blessing, an offering to the gods. They must understand her. Though she did not quite grasp what she was feeling as shivers trembled down her spine- perhaps the breath of the stars, of the angels- hypothermia had begun to set it. Far more prone due to her malnutrition, it was all she could do to control the tremours racking her body. When they ceased, she grinned in praise.
She collapsed with the same grin upon her lips.
