Post by Astryd Clarayone on Oct 10, 2014 22:28:02 GMT -6
Life was a mirage upon the mind.
Crafted through a carefully, yet much needed illusion, it catered to the fear of it's own absence. Through such fears, illusions of a never ending life -the "after" life - must then be created. It mimicked the beginning, the end, and an beginning whose livelihood depended on an end.
It created a vicious circle within itself. For the second hardened hooves paused, granite shaking underneath before revealing an untimely death, this illusion breathed. It chased her survival - thrusting her further into the chaotic oblivion.
She existed, but beyond that she couldn't care to question. Nothing within her could recall what existed before her conscious awareness of herself - nothing within her must have been too bothered with the "before" life.
The mare's slow progression caused herlimbs to buckle, and nerves to jolt as more ground gave way. Some creeping thing hissed, snapping near her heels before lifting itself - airborne! A flash of wings, grey, and glowing, vibrant eyes. She thought them to have been red, but could only visualize emerald orbs staring at her reflection.
A whinny, a slap of her ashen tipped tail across her flanks, and she too moved swiftly across the ground. The unsteady earth carved it's path, etching away rocky exterior to trail closely behind. Weary, tired, she rounded a rather impressive incline, ducked through two long, jagged cuts stretching to either side, and squeezed herself within the crack of the steep hill.
Or perhaps more accurately, mini mountain? Ground hissed behind her, lit only by Doyn's light. Inside, hell's freezing touch graced her - smoothing over her cheeks with his ghostly grip.
What were the celestial's planning upon the approaching wintry season? Soon, moons would play whilst bright and bold sunlight slept away - possibly dreaming up the following summer.
Whilst Autumn held it's reign, however...well, life continued it's steady journey. A smile crafted it's own existence upon her face, though darkness hid it's visibility. Soon, she'd regain her not-so leisurely stroll. This spot, however, was a resting point for Astryd.