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snakes into the sea
IT OCCURED TO HER the further she went in and the longer she walked that perhaps this was not as great an idea as previously figured. As her hooves scuffed the black ash, which layered the rocky terrain like an exquisitely decorated cake, it dawned on her, truly dawned on her. And with the treacherous soot both burning her lungs and causing her dark eyes to water, the thought was only reassured. She was a f**king idiot. But truth be known she already knew that. Same way she knew she might be clever but she was far from wise… Yet we all can’t be little geniuses, can we? Inside her skull, so thick, so stubborn, so bold she mused quietly and somewhat grudgingly. Heaven knew the numerous mistakes she’s made and sad it twas that this was yet another. Curiosity had won over, once more, you see… as well as a bit of wonderment. Fascination about this new expanse she had… and, well, though dark as the blubbering acreage looked she figured, aye, that there would be a break in the heavy, dark dust. One of those she passed by, a dainty little pet whose coat was as charming as chocolate, had said so. Walk quickly with ones head low, breathe calmly and collectively and try not to cough and soon one would be ‘out of the muck and into the meadow‘. If you get the meaning. Not that the meaning overly mattered, or whither or not you got it, after all it was a lie, but… She kept her head low, inhaled the stench-filled air only when she had to, and remained collected and calm even as her eyes beckoned for tears. She had been walking for what seemed like eons, and passed nothing but more and more ash and wandered on hard as hard rock. Rough terrain it was with potholes and sudden drops or curbs. She knew it hadn’t been long walking about here (limber legs which had traveled much over her many years were far from tired) but, still… No signs. No signs of an end and, now, no signs of the beginning. A slight smirk, one utterly puzzling perhaps to an onlooker, slid onto her features. Ah, she was lost. Mucho Losto… Heh… fantastic… Dame could have nearly laughed if not for the fact she would have most likely hacked and coughed on the polluted air, laughed harder, and then died ultimately as she gasped for breath so thin. Oh but a way to go! Mhmm… what a way to go indeed… Suiting for her. Though her sisters thought that one day she would follow the usual path of being raped, beaten then killed… she supposed dying from laughter worked just as well. Make her family proud, you know. Proud. Mhmm… Somberness reclaimed the dear, thoughts of family and thoughts of making them proud never did much to keep the cheerful mood aloft. Family was a blessed thing… even if hers was far from the respectable sort. Common folk they were. No more, no less, and far from anything extraordinary. No kings or queens among them… nor some secret line of ancestry that proved them quite a wealthy bunch. Blue collar or no collar. Seemed the way of all those of her sort of upbringing. Apple very rarely falls far from the tree… very, very rarely… She was just like them, just like her mother, her sisters. Just like them sav' a crucial (or perhaps not so crucial. She could grow into the role, we suppose) fact. She was not a sleeper. Not a courtesan. A seducer. A lion-tamer or a man-eater. Nah, she never was overly good at it… wasn't her calling, to be the sunken brood horse of some herd. Or so she said, head held high with dignity and self-respect. She believed as many believed that she deserved, as they deserved, more then what the world offered. Mhm… But ‘deserving’ had nothing to do with it, really. Just because one ought to have something never automatically… meant…
SHE WALKED, SHE CONTINUED, she ‘persevered’… Not really because of anything virtuous or because of any other amazing trait… But because by now she remembered not the exit and figured it safer (we debate this word quite fervently. Safe? If she was thinking of safety she would have not even started this venture) to continue rather then get turned around and lose her way even… more so then what she had managed already. She continued because when one cannot go back one must move forward. Besides, so far in might as well go all the way… Might as well. Our belle, of palomino color (with dapples on her hide that she had now learned to disown completely) passed a string of dead, twisted trees. Their roots aboveground knotted and hard, reflecting the damage that only volcanic ash could provide… Her light colored coat soon reflecting the dark wood. Becoming spoiled, ruined, dirtied her hide turned a more gray color and her strands of hair, a milky ivory, clean and perhaps a bit off, now shifted, also, for darker, gloomier tones. Bathed in the dark dust, she looked quite unlike herself when she finally became exposed, the doomy, dirty air taking on a little bit of breeze and movement. Becoming thinner, did the horrid air, as fresher winds produced more hospitable breathing. She had been beginning a slow, mild ascent for a while now, and finally came out of the shroud to be welcomed by a somewhat thunderous, dark heavens… but lighter air and crispier sky awaited her, and she met them with relief and great affection. She continued up the slope. The rock still hard, still bare, still dangerous if she was not wary… But now something she walked over with a bit more glamour. Good it was to be out of the thick of it! And better it was, to see what awaited. Coming to the tip of one rock formation (by no means the highest but surely one of the ten most) she gazed in great adoration. She could see the lands, the view was unquestionably… detailed and vast. A dreamscape stretched out before her, and she could almost say, almost, that the treacherous walk was nearly worth the scene… Almost if only because she still had the walk back to consider, a thirst in her dry, cracked throat to be wary of, and… a sullied coat, and stinging eyes, and… “The Iron Maiden… mhmm…” She mulled over the concept, and the story… Not bothering with her list of woes and worries and complaints as she leaned on her left set of legs into the wind. Nostrils flaring, if she could ignore the smell of the ash she could take in quiet traces of the sea, of the beach that wasn’t too far… Ohh… the sea… Something she had longed to see for quite a while now. Wandered far and wide, but still, an ocean, a sea? It made her heart flutter and soul sweetly sing! Saw plenty of big ass lakes but never the ocean… Mhmm… the ocean…
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COMMENTS: Not very good. =[ Sorrie. Next post will be better. x] And! This is open to any and all. -nodnod-
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