Siren's Summit
K'yarie
The stars twinkled in the dark void above. A sea of glittering lights older than time itself. Beautiful, fathomless, mysterious in their power. Yet they paled in comparison to the ethereal beauty that seemed to glide across the open terrain of the dormant volcano. Away from the young forest she moved with poise and elegance, within the bowl of the slumbering giant. Her plasma mane and tail streaming through the breeze like the neon purple tails of wistful comets, specs of stardust swirling in their depths.
Around her six orbs of slow, pulsating color danced about her, joined by her piece of hope and its pure white light. Beneath her the shadows flickered as if alive. Eager for the grace of her touch as she trotted along the land. Her pelt, the embodiment of heavenly beauty, was kissed by the moving, shining forms of galaxies and stars. Most twinkled and swirled within the dark pool of her ebony coat, purples, greens, and other vibrant colors with white stars amidst them. On rare occasion, a single star or comment would shoot across her pelt in the form of a small streak of vibrant light. Violet eyes aglow with the same mysterious power, gazed forward as she seemed to dance across the hard earth.
Like a ballet dancer, a regal swan in flight. A being so beyond this world that one had to wonder why she would waste her time on this pitiful land. Why would she move so effortlessly, vibrantly upon this earth rather than dance along the trails of stars above? Why indeed was she bound to this corrupt, dyeing place? Because it was her home and it flowed within her veins like life itself. Just as vital as the blood that fueled her finely honed muscles. So she remained, content within her world as she sought to save it. Left to dance within the darkness as the stars and shadows glittered and swayed to her silent tune.
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Around her six orbs of slow, pulsating color danced about her, joined by her piece of hope and its pure white light. Beneath her the shadows flickered as if alive. Eager for the grace of her touch as she trotted along the land. Her pelt, the embodiment of heavenly beauty, was kissed by the moving, shining forms of galaxies and stars. Most twinkled and swirled within the dark pool of her ebony coat, purples, greens, and other vibrant colors with white stars amidst them. On rare occasion, a single star or comment would shoot across her pelt in the form of a small streak of vibrant light. Violet eyes aglow with the same mysterious power, gazed forward as she seemed to dance across the hard earth.
Like a ballet dancer, a regal swan in flight. A being so beyond this world that one had to wonder why she would waste her time on this pitiful land. Why would she move so effortlessly, vibrantly upon this earth rather than dance along the trails of stars above? Why indeed was she bound to this corrupt, dyeing place? Because it was her home and it flowed within her veins like life itself. Just as vital as the blood that fueled her finely honed muscles. So she remained, content within her world as she sought to save it. Left to dance within the darkness as the stars and shadows glittered and swayed to her silent tune.
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Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
@Valkyrie
