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rage, rage against the dying of the light
Private Uwaritace 
Moä Te
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BUT YOU STILL STUMBLE, YOUR FEET GIVE WAY

It's always raining.  Of course, the current season calls for it.  Still though, she would rather the water suspend her in faux ecstasy then sting against her back. Today was especially wet, perhaps because of the region that she trods through.  She hasn't been here before, which is an odd statement itself.  Her whole life has been filled with wandering days through the foliage of the Rift. Maybe she has, and the destructive powers of the strange energy that she feels has twisted and ruined yet another pleasant place so much it is unreconizable. Mist clung to every surface, creating shadows and silhouettes that jump at her. Every once in a while, a gasp could be heard from her throat, a startled noise as she spooks at the deception of shadow play.  Each passing moment has her more on edge.  Coming here was an awful idea.  

Still, she plowed through the mud that dirtied her usually shining coat.  Even the perpetual glow from her orbs was difficult to see.  Her eyes squinted to see through the fog, catching glimpses of a lone tree off in the distance.  Perhaps she can find shelter under its branches.  Her sluggish walk extended into a trot as she pushed her way through the mud. It seemed like forever for the mare to reach the trunk of the desecrated tree and as she slowed and touched the scorched bark with her muzzle, she remembered it's name.  Uwaritace, the mother tree.  Tears bloomed along her waterline as she envisioned her as she once was.  A magnificent and elegant feature to an otherwise dark world.  She was the peace, the silence of meditation.  

'I'm sorry...' She prayed to Uwaritace, her eyes closed and her cheek laid against the ashy bark, unaware of the creature that hovered above.  A sprinkle of ash and bark landed on her spine, and she quickly looked up. He is an odd looking stallion, resembling a bird more so then equine. Her head tilted, a curious look upon her face.  "Hey!" She called out, backing up a step to bring the stallion in better view. "What are you doing?"



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RE: rage, rage against the dying of the light - by Moä Te - 08-13-2017, 07:36 AM