Trip'n

SHIYRA The past isn't as easy to run from. You try to bury it deep down under miles of dirt. Yet it rises up. Claws to the surface. It will never die. It will always be there. Reminding you of your mistakes, your failures, and the blood you have on your hooves. As you stand there, the poisons of the plants enters your bloodstream. Flowing through your heart and body before entering your mind. Slowly the world around you grows sharper, crisper. Then suddenly it starts to blur. The trees around you seem to dance and sway as they giggle and whisper amongst themselves. The flowers and bushes shy away from you, twittering about something. Even the waterfall behind you seems to be speaking, its booming voice shouting inaudible words at you. Out of the cacophony of voices a single one reaches you. It is one you could pick out of a crowd of a thousand speakers. Fore you have done so now. She whispers into your ear, her hot breath caressing the soft hairs within. Will you turn? Or will you run? You know that they are dead. You held their weakened form close to you as the life left their body. You cried over their passing. Far deeper and longer than any tears you have shed before. Fore with their passing, your heart died as well. But they call your name now, in that sweet singsong voice that haunts your dreams. Begging you to turn around and face them. Will you? If you do you will lay eyes upon her form. Her rich, brown pelt flecked with gold dust glimmers in the sunlight. Her golden mane cascading down her neck to pool at her feet as a single horn of golden glass extends from the center of her skull. She will smile at you, the light of happiness swimming in her eyes made of molten gold. There is a tenderness, a deep love that radiates from within her as she looks at you. And you cannot deny the love and care she feels for you as she whispers a single word. "Brother." "Talk." quote goes here! and more than one!

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