Sing the Eternal Hymn, A silence held for too long

[Arabian]

No rain naurished the unfathomable terrain, it's bleak surroundings and hautily dry, cracked earth, disheartened her. Yes it twas the vixen's, who's flourishing scarlett hue stood out magnifigantly against the dull terrain, gazed upon it, optics held a sorrow, a sadness, one she knew not of what she could do. Recently, nothing had happened, yes the Shadows had been fools, so had the Sacreds, as they always were, bickering and argueing, speaking of war and playful banter, yet nothing ever happened, no voices raised above to truly administer it's fatal shot. Yet her own alliance, of the Torn realmns, had also been foolish. Personally, the King, Blue Moon, was a well known friend, they were distantly related by mutual ancestors and their friendship had grown over the years she had known him. Though just as old as Blue Moon, her hue was not flecked with grey and tiredness, as did Moon's once flawless handsome azure pelt withstand. Her's was still the radiant youthful glammor she had alwasy possessed, since her birth into the world her stained colors had never changed. She remained lithe, agile, and conspiritoriously powerful against those that she knew long while ago, had long since past away. Although she could not say she was conspicuously close to any of them. Since her reign as Goddess, little had happened to her. She thought when she had offered to take the position that her job would be most progressful, yet she was always hidden away in a mass of nothingness, this hell of a land she called home.

Perhaps she should resign as Goddess, give her post to someone who might appreciate it more than she. But she couldn't. She hadn RedRiver to think of, her son, her firstborn coltine was important to her. She must know of how he can boast of who his sire and dam truly were, didn't he? How could she know, she'd hardly ever left the terra, only once that she could exceedingly remember well. Maybe she should, this wasn't worht it anymore was it? Yet she also had Tambowus to think of, how would he feel should she, the love of his life as he had said, give up. Give up on him, give up on their rule, give up on everything. Because she was bored. Simply that, she was not important, she bet that know one besides the others inside her terra knew of her alias. Why? Because nothing ever happened. Nothing ever changed. Saddened, she dropped her cran lightly, letting it hang losely upon her shoulders and her lids closed. Blissfully she rested there, tempted to wake up and begone. Perhpa she would fall asleep, then wake up and find that none of this ever happened. It was just a dream, that she was back in her homeland, frolicking with the yearlings, leaping about her dam and racing up to her sire who stood atop the hill, his firey hue just as blaring as hers, and majestic.

She opened her pools, the dryness stared back at her, the geo cracked beneath her flints and a shadow fell across the valley as a hawk flew over her, calling to her to race, to run with him, to soar amongst the heavens. Yet this time, she turned away. Plodding towards the only water-hole known throughout the land. She stopped before it and looked into her reflection. Her complextion seemed sad, the beauty and radiance her orbs once held had vanished, and was replaced with a tiredness that gaunted her regal features. She dipped her crimson maw into the murky water, gulping down the liquid into her dry throat. She lifted her tiara back up and wadded slowly into the water, it now risen to her knees, to her barrel, til finally it almost covered her back when she stopped, letting the coolness wash over her. She relxaed instantly in it's peaceful serenity, her hues closing once more, yet only for a second. The belle turned around in the pool, stepping her way through the mud and dirt now embedded in her pistons, until she reached the solid earth dripping silently. The terra echod with her misery as she shook her self gently, she never put much effort into anything anymore, she found that she no longer had the energy. Once more she stood by the pool, closing her pools and lowering her tiara, to let a simple teardrop, falling from her delirious pool,

[~`:Amelia:`~]

[SIZE=1]Bright pools surveyed the Valley as 'e set forth 'is friendly call, 'is voice echoing strangely thought the afterlife in a way no mortal land could, as though the caller was just beyond the next rise. 'e pranced excitedly as 'e waited till the dust caught in 'is nares and 'e forced 'imself still, transferring 'is nervousness into 'is audits and banner. Bloodstained pelt shone in the bright sun with the healthy glow of youth. ‘is chiseled crown reflected ‘is sire, despite the handsome hues of ‘is mother. It was for ‘er ‘e called, missing the company of the crimson Torn Goddess. A nervous, shuddering nicker escaped ‘im involuntarily and ‘e waited expectantly hopeful.[/SIZE=1]


OOC- I had a way better post, longer too but it disconnected and I have go soo I cnt write a longer one. soz