The Pinnacle
12-27-2017, 06:19 PM
as the sun set on another, you fell through dying dreams
"She's right you know," my voice slides out from below, looking up at the two winged mares and their strange exchange as I begin to make my way up the side of the Pinnacle. I had never been here before, and it had been many years since I traveled to such a high place.
I guess my depression was more than just an emotional state but had taken on metaphorical levels of screwing with my life.
I did not like to be high in the air, where it was thin and crisp. It reminded me too much of the days before.
Yet, somehow, looking at that featherheaded moron, it did not feel so bad anymore.
Well, that moron and the piece of hope which plastered itself to my scar tissue and attempted to rouse my spirit beneath a thick layer of denial and years of self-betrayal.
I look up with my teal eyes toward the autumn kissed maiden and her companion, looking brushed with gold leaf over an ivory pelt and heavy with a pregnant gut. First, Helovians all seem to possess magic - which, as I've stated before - is a fairytale used to lull children to sleep in my former home. Now, they believe in Gods. So much so that this brave little woman believes she needs them to found a herd. I'm not really sure how to categorize this particular brand of idiocy, but I think it's due to a long life of ignorance.
I come to stand beside Otem and look at her with a thoroughly callous expression. "Look, in my home we did not have these gods, yet mortal beings still took control and forged their own society." Even after seeing Kisamoa with my own eyes, receiving what could only be called a magical object in the form of my little hope ball, I still remained a staunch skeptic. Some habits just couldn't be kicked. However, I resist the urge to call them imaginary or childish, so maybe that can be considered growth.
"So, what's your plan if not a herd? A meeting place? Who is going to protect you from the nightmares out in these lands? Keep the peace between everyone?" I ask the questions quickly and with sharp precision. "Or do you just expect everything to manage itself?"
I guess my depression was more than just an emotional state but had taken on metaphorical levels of screwing with my life.
I did not like to be high in the air, where it was thin and crisp. It reminded me too much of the days before.
Yet, somehow, looking at that featherheaded moron, it did not feel so bad anymore.
Well, that moron and the piece of hope which plastered itself to my scar tissue and attempted to rouse my spirit beneath a thick layer of denial and years of self-betrayal.
I look up with my teal eyes toward the autumn kissed maiden and her companion, looking brushed with gold leaf over an ivory pelt and heavy with a pregnant gut. First, Helovians all seem to possess magic - which, as I've stated before - is a fairytale used to lull children to sleep in my former home. Now, they believe in Gods. So much so that this brave little woman believes she needs them to found a herd. I'm not really sure how to categorize this particular brand of idiocy, but I think it's due to a long life of ignorance.
I come to stand beside Otem and look at her with a thoroughly callous expression. "Look, in my home we did not have these gods, yet mortal beings still took control and forged their own society." Even after seeing Kisamoa with my own eyes, receiving what could only be called a magical object in the form of my little hope ball, I still remained a staunch skeptic. Some habits just couldn't be kicked. However, I resist the urge to call them imaginary or childish, so maybe that can be considered growth.
"So, what's your plan if not a herd? A meeting place? Who is going to protect you from the nightmares out in these lands? Keep the peace between everyone?" I ask the questions quickly and with sharp precision. "Or do you just expect everything to manage itself?"
Raein
