The Portal
The darkness and moonlight were hers, and she was theirs. It was here, among the night and shadow, that she felt most alive. The world was held in its black embrace, alive in an entirely different way than that of the day. The music of the land changed, the rhythm, the heartbeat. It spoke to her. Sung to her. Whispering sweet words that comforted her soul. It was here, in the darkness of the portal, the star-kissed woman walked. Alone with her shadows and starlight.
Around her orbs floated and drifted, miniature stars that lit her path. Pulsating in different pastel colors. Upon her pelt galaxies shifted and moved. As alive as the heaven above. Her mane and tail had once again dissolved into their gaseous forms littered with the sparkling of stars. Floating and waving as if underwater. Slow, mesmerizing and hypnotic. Her being was the very essence of night as she seemed to glide through the forest as elegantly as a swan upon the water.
Her head turned, dark ears swivel forward atop her cranium as the sound of crashing interrupted the normal nightly serenade. She waited, unbothered, only curious as the one responsible for interrupting her midnight stroll came barreling through. The scent of sweat and fear flowed off of the young stallion as he charged towards her. A new entrant into their world, most likely. She watched him, unmoving.
If he continued on his path he would run past her with barely a hair's breath between them. Still her towering, beautiful frame remained still. Those glowing violent eyes watching him. "You will not return that way." Her silken voice dripped from her lips. Soft, like unto the light of the moon that trickled through the canopy. Among the beautiful tones was a soothing, sympathetic light of one who's heart went out to those trapped by her home. Stolen from their own lands without so much as a warning.
talk talk talk talk
Around her orbs floated and drifted, miniature stars that lit her path. Pulsating in different pastel colors. Upon her pelt galaxies shifted and moved. As alive as the heaven above. Her mane and tail had once again dissolved into their gaseous forms littered with the sparkling of stars. Floating and waving as if underwater. Slow, mesmerizing and hypnotic. Her being was the very essence of night as she seemed to glide through the forest as elegantly as a swan upon the water.
Her head turned, dark ears swivel forward atop her cranium as the sound of crashing interrupted the normal nightly serenade. She waited, unbothered, only curious as the one responsible for interrupting her midnight stroll came barreling through. The scent of sweat and fear flowed off of the young stallion as he charged towards her. A new entrant into their world, most likely. She watched him, unmoving.
If he continued on his path he would run past her with barely a hair's breath between them. Still her towering, beautiful frame remained still. Those glowing violent eyes watching him. "You will not return that way." Her silken voice dripped from her lips. Soft, like unto the light of the moon that trickled through the canopy. Among the beautiful tones was a soothing, sympathetic light of one who's heart went out to those trapped by her home. Stolen from their own lands without so much as a warning.
talk talk talk talk
Tell me a story
About how the sun loved the moon so much;
He died every night
to let her breath.
About how the sun loved the moon so much;
He died every night
to let her breath.
K'yarie
@Roheryn
ooc: Not really sure what K'yarie is doing here...
