Crystal Caves Lonely Hearts
Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 6:26 am
A cold wind blew through the valley. Tall pines, strong and fierce, swayed in the breeze as they shed ominous shadows; a warning that soon, too soon, darkness would envelope all the eye could see. In this world of silence, a place seemingly void of life, a single soul roamed.
Crimson eyes, ones that once burned brightly, now glanced out of the forest. Having finally reached the edge, the young stallion exhaled deeply, releasing puffs of hot air into the cold night. It was with some relief when he stepped away from the treeline. In the deep forest he was unable to see or feel anything. His soul, it seemed, was drained. No more was there a playful flick of his tail, a wry grin or a simple dance when he felt happy or cheerful. All he felt now, in the cold, dark night, was hollow. Inside him was a deep longing for more.
Before he entered that forest of solitude, he lived his life to please others. If he made them happy, if he made them smile, he too would be happy. But now, having left a place where his only company were his thoughts, he realized that maybe, just maybe, something was missing.
The wind blew colder and stronger than in the forest. It tossed his orange mane in the wind as he shivered. Though he has an affinity for the arctic winds, the stallion was cold, too cold. Everything felt sad and wrong in this world without light. Frantically he searched, for something, anything, that would raise his spirits.
In this gloomy place, he found a beacon of light. The bright glow raised his spirits as he ventured increasingly faster towards what appeared to be a cave, a very, very, bright cave. Ignoring his confusion, and instead, focusing on this one beacon of hope he ventured further uphill. By the time he reached his sanctuary, snow began to fall heavily from the sky. With a sigh of relief, he laid down by the warm, glowing stones…warm glowing stone?
He couldn’t understand this place, and at the moment he didn’t care. Instead, his thoughts drifted to his life without a life. Who am I? Where do I belong? What is my purpose? He became restless as he thought. Why couldn’t I be like West? He knows his place. He found his heart and his soul! Everything he is, everything he will ever be, belongs to Sign. She is the keeper of his being. His guiding light!
With a sigh of utter depression, he sank his silver and sunny head down to the warm stone. This place of light and warmth wasn’t enough to calm his troubled and sad heart.
Sadness twists a sunny heart
Laughter fading far from thought
In this gloomy world we see
What does it mean to be free?
Dread, fear, pain and sorrow
What does it mean to see tomorrow?
Will the light soon shine bright?
Or will I forever be in shadow?
Those sad, hollow, crimson eyes gazed out at the worsening storm.
ooc/ This is embarrassing but I cant remember how to put the images up...
Crimson eyes, ones that once burned brightly, now glanced out of the forest. Having finally reached the edge, the young stallion exhaled deeply, releasing puffs of hot air into the cold night. It was with some relief when he stepped away from the treeline. In the deep forest he was unable to see or feel anything. His soul, it seemed, was drained. No more was there a playful flick of his tail, a wry grin or a simple dance when he felt happy or cheerful. All he felt now, in the cold, dark night, was hollow. Inside him was a deep longing for more.
Before he entered that forest of solitude, he lived his life to please others. If he made them happy, if he made them smile, he too would be happy. But now, having left a place where his only company were his thoughts, he realized that maybe, just maybe, something was missing.
The wind blew colder and stronger than in the forest. It tossed his orange mane in the wind as he shivered. Though he has an affinity for the arctic winds, the stallion was cold, too cold. Everything felt sad and wrong in this world without light. Frantically he searched, for something, anything, that would raise his spirits.
In this gloomy place, he found a beacon of light. The bright glow raised his spirits as he ventured increasingly faster towards what appeared to be a cave, a very, very, bright cave. Ignoring his confusion, and instead, focusing on this one beacon of hope he ventured further uphill. By the time he reached his sanctuary, snow began to fall heavily from the sky. With a sigh of relief, he laid down by the warm, glowing stones…warm glowing stone?
He couldn’t understand this place, and at the moment he didn’t care. Instead, his thoughts drifted to his life without a life. Who am I? Where do I belong? What is my purpose? He became restless as he thought. Why couldn’t I be like West? He knows his place. He found his heart and his soul! Everything he is, everything he will ever be, belongs to Sign. She is the keeper of his being. His guiding light!
With a sigh of utter depression, he sank his silver and sunny head down to the warm stone. This place of light and warmth wasn’t enough to calm his troubled and sad heart.
Sadness twists a sunny heart
Laughter fading far from thought
In this gloomy world we see
What does it mean to be free?
Dread, fear, pain and sorrow
What does it mean to see tomorrow?
Will the light soon shine bright?
Or will I forever be in shadow?
Those sad, hollow, crimson eyes gazed out at the worsening storm.
ooc/ This is embarrassing but I cant remember how to put the images up...