Will This Start My Therapy?

[stitchedskull]

Rise.

Fall.

Rise.

Fall.

Roar.

Scream.

Silence.

Roar.

Scream.

Silence.

The rythmic songs and dances of the ocean soothed the pale creature in an amazing fasion. First, it swelled it with joy at watching another magnificent form rise from the crystal waters, then fall. Like a roller coaster. Like life. Then, watching it charge onward, bellowing a great war cry as it was subdued to foam, then shrivled away. The sounds carried a strong magic that drifted through the stallion's white pelt.

Eyes, so distantly sorrowful, were clouded now with a sort of... joy. Not happiness.... hardly even true /joy/. It was simply.... a neutral state of contentment that both strengthened his hopes, and unsettled his past.

Is it right to be happy?

Can I feel joy?

Should I?

Yes.

I want to.

Forgotten Lies moved his pale flints, walking into a trot, dark banner and tassel bouncing with his step as he sunk and rose through the sands.

The memories didn't come at this time, but they did stir him. How was dear Inverted Truth? He hadn't seen his twin in a great time. Since they had arrived on these lands, the other left one night, and since then, both traveled alone. Lies had hoped his brother was finding a decent bandage for what they suffered. He doubted his hopes did any good. Truth's wounds were much larger.... much deeper. Perhaps they only pained more.

But that didn't matter. What mattered to Lies was finding himself something to mend his infectious cuts and bruises. He knew this land was inhabited. He had no desire for his own, but perhaps he could find one to be welcomed in.

Noticing his silence might be rude, he gave a sharp cry to the heavens and sea and jungle, announcing his presence and peace to whatever ear cared to listen.

[wolf2]

The painted mare drifted along the banks of the sea, her daughter was fine...so she thought. The shire's bulk stopped in the creamy sands of the shores, her hooves sank in the sand...but you couldn't tell that for her feathers. She scanned the area, then heard a cry of a stranger. She looked harder and found a white stallion. At first glance she thought it was Curse...but then she saw it wasn't him. Her feathers carried her toward the stranger, for she was out-going, unlike her daughter who was shy. The painted mare stopped a respectful distance before the stallion. Her icy blues searched him over, but she couldn't find if he was a treat or not...

"I'm Feather..."

She said, then searched the distant ocean where an old friend lay. Her icy blues turned back to the stallion. She was an eight-year-old mare, and had lived here since she was three...five years total. When she was four she had foaled Magic, who was know four. This spring she would be five, well toward the end of it. Feather would be nine a few days past spring. She was getting on in her years...but the mare felt to weakness...

-.Feather,]

[stitchedskull]

The stallion turned to her, freezing a moment as he watched the large femmora. Both auds flickered up to her, black banner shifting in the breeze that sent shiveres through his bodice. Carefully, he rose his knives and walked several paces towrds her, dipping his mug down to earth, eyes never leaving her frame.

"My dub is Forgotten Lies. I come here peacefully in search of a home." He said, rising his head up lightly.

The stallion had an intresting past, shared with only one surviving creature, his brother Inverted Truth. They had been twins, but opposite peltages. They were born into the wild, but as colts, stolen by men and whisked away to a war-torn land. His poor brother never got back to reality, despite his re-gained freedom. Both creatures now were nearly eight.

[wolf2]

So he wished for a home? She had no right to decide, this was her daughter's or Curse's job. However she would tell him to see her daughter about a home here, for she was the lead. Her painted body looked across the sea's waves...she wished to know what lay beneath them. She turned her head to look at the stallion, Forgotten Lies.

"You will have to see my daughter for that, I haven't the right...but i am sure she will let you..."

Her lyrics loomed in the gentle sea breeze. Her mane lifted with a small wind...

[wolf2]

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