Title: Let Me [[rule]] Again
Description: {Entering} SD
Description: {Entering} SD
Spirit Dancer - August 9, 2007 06:34 PM (GMT)
I'd been on the run, only the steady rhythm of my hoofbeats kept me sane as I had travelled. I can't recall how long it's been. I know that I wasn't a mare before I left, so I'd been running, at the least, since last summer. I endured my first two years as a mare, and now, I was well on my way to going through my third; though whether or not I would endure it alone, or underneath the rule of a stallion, was yet to be decided.
Peach and ashy colored hooves slow their relentless pace, allowing my legs a rest - for they tingle slightly from my endless running, my ceaseless nightmares. The grass brushes against my hocks and is flattened underneath my trembling hooves, before I start to walk again, but this time in search of water or shade. I'm not going to run anymore. Not yet, anyways.
I know it'll be hard for my hunter to miss me, for my copper and ivor body stands out against the emerald terra. Delicate curls of pale gold hang down my slender boa, and cover half of my slightly dished diadem - much thanks to my mother's blood - as tendrils of fiery auburn flash within the pale gold tresses. Fierce blue eyes stand out against my appearance, showing the distrust I had for everyone and everything. Perhaps, with the right person, I would open up. With time.
Time...Something I seemed to never have.
Bleary blue eyes blink as my conciousness focuses on the terra I had intruded upon, before they tear. The plain looked so much like home, like Falador, it scared me. It made me think I had gone around in a giant circle, and I'd be found and forced into submission by Wolfe. Though, with the mountain range in the distance, my mind realizes this place isn't Falador...It's different. It's new. It's empty.
I can easily remember the days of my foalhood years, after my father had dubbed me his heir due to the increased attention I was recieving from other Kings and Emperors. He knew that one day I would rule and lead our people onwards into a Golden Age. That was all before Wolfe came, though.
But here, I stood before another chance. Like, as if the Mother had decided to bless me with a second chance. With silent prayers of thank you to the Goddess, I head down towards the land from the small hilltop. Reaching my destination, my cry tears its self free from my throat, bellowing out like a lion's roar.
"I am Spirit Dancer, and hear my cry; for Falador shall rise anew. Under a new name and under a new rule, we shall enter the Age of Opportunity."