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Falling Feathers
Hurting is what she does
and nothing is what she feels

The black mare walked around the land on her milky white pillars without a hint of anything on her face. The beauty and mystery of her would catch your eye if you happened to pass her for she seemed out of place here. She seemed out of place anywhere to tell the truth. Her fierce white eyes would gaze upon you as soon as your eyes fell upon her beautifully carved face or her strongly built yet beautiful bodice. Their coldness would surely make you look away for it was not a nice thing. She snorted and tossed her head for no real reason as she walked along the uneven ground without any care for the stones and other debris that littered the ground. Her whole body almost seemed tense as she walked because of the amount of muscle that showed but in fact she was really relaxed. Her silent movements would almost make you think that you were imagining things for it almost seemed as if she was floating on the air, her movement were flawless. There was no though in her mind as she walked, she did not care for a home as she had never had a good experience when being in one, she did not wish for a mate for what reason had she to have one. She did not care about these things for her life so far had changed her enough to want her not to want anything, not even company. Her past had made her what she was now, a mind that was messed up and a heart struggling to get control. Her heart is light yet her mind fights it and wants to become that which her heart will not let it become. Sweet sigh was heard coming from the strange and mesmerizing vixen as she stopped and turned her dial towards the sky with her harks perked as if waiting for a sound to come to them. Nothing came... They dropped down as if in disappointment and her dial turned towards the ground. Her neck was still arched powerfully and beautifully, a proud gesture and a brave one too for someone like her. Harks heard a faint noise, trying to figure out what it was but knowing that it was not what they were looking for. They listened but they did not hear, they heard but they did not listen. Just like her mind thought and knew but yet didn't know and didn't think. Her milky eyes were shut against the world, they no longer wanted to see what was out there to see. They wanted to be blind, wanted to be unable to see what they did, they wanted to be dead much like the vixen herself wanted to leave this earth and go somewhere where there may be more peace for her heart and her mind. Never has she lived a peaceful life and never will she live one either. One hind pillar rested while the three others took the strain of holding her muscled bodice up off the floor, to hold her up and not let her fall into death's grip for that was surely where she would go if she did not stay standing. Tail twitched slightly in annoyance that her harks had not heard the sound that she had been searching for, a sound that she knew well yet had never heard. It was a sound that her heart yearned for yet her mind knew not what it was. Beautiful facade was covered in slight look of anger yet you had to look closely to be able to see it. Thats how she stood and waited, waited for something that she knew nothing of yet her heart yearned for this something.

Falling Feathers
Hurting is what she does
and nothing is what she feels