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Post by theft on Nov 27, 2006 16:53:23 GMT -5
Yes, Guila most definately defined confusion. She had sunk away from the whole bloody mess down in the Palace like a shadow would at noon. She had made the mess, of course, and she was leaving it now to the Counsel to pick up the peaces of the shattered what-ever-it-was that she was hoping would save the Feilds from mass destruction. And yet... she had still saved them. She had given up her sanity for them and was heading speadily down the path to the destruction... instead of them. She charged right in the trains way and was strong enugh to bump the Feilds off course. Thanks to Guila, the Feilds were saved.
Slowly, they were returning to what they once were. Inocense. A sweat Inocense that was so reliant on eachother they were unbreakable. Why did it take the destruction of one's mind to save such a block headed group the way it did? There really was no seperation 'tween Darks and Lights, in the beginning that is. Perhaps it was the drama of Espree that caused the Feilds to split and shot the gun for the race towards death to start. Who knew? Besides, Guila wasn't around when that happened.
Then came Guila, ready to knock out the Dark side. Really they became so Dark because they were abandoned by the Lights. If it wasn't the sewing of Darks... none of this would of happened in the first place. Yes, she stirred them up so much that they became reliant on eachother once again. Once the Lights summed up the courage to take a step near the Dark lands everything returned to the way it once was. The screams of horror were muted. Evil prevails though, there's no beating that, but a better glow was ignited.
Oh Guila was so confused. Yet her destruction might be for the better of the Feilds. This is her swan song. She stands lowly on the Mountainside- waiting to be kissed goodbye. Thank her, for what she has done. If it wasn't for her blind sacrifice, Harmony would be extinct.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 27, 2006 17:57:24 GMT -5
your heaven...
the great ebon brujo stepped from the outside lands. although guila had not known it but he, the light king quest, had followed her here. he followed her silently, placing his daggers in just the right spots.
so the fields were returning to happiness and freedom. where the darks and the lights respected each other. the didn't have to like one another, but at least respect them. but guila seemed to be the only one mentally affected by this dispute.
he thought back to when he had first ruled over the lights. there had been peace, for that little while. it was the first peace there had been since espree and karbon and pride had thrown it into turmoil. he hadn't been around back then, but his elder fellow equines that have since died off had told him.
the one he loved, the ever beautiful contessa before him was confused. he could see it, just watching her. he stopped as she continued. after she had stopped on the mountain side, he loped up to her. 'guila... please, dont torture yourself over what has happened. just let it go.' he hoped that she would understand what he ment.
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Post by theft on Nov 27, 2006 20:09:32 GMT -5
His voice came to her like a dream come true, as though she had long expected it. But she was oblivious to his trailing presence. Though he always seemed to be by her side, Guila always felt that he was as far away as when he first disapeared. She kept her gaze locked into an aimless gawk, seeing nothing, but staring at the ground. Let it go? she wondered; the sharp edge to her mind had dulled. Forget it, her conscience kicked in, Relese it, put it behind you, boot it out, let it go. How many different ways could it be put? ...Then it clicked, oh the simplicity of that common statement. It couldn't of been said better to her then how Quest put it. That gentle touch to his understanding tone just pressed firmly enugh that it reached her heart. Let it go
Okay, well, she did that.
Only then did she turn to look at him. Bringing up something way off subject but of a related matter. "How is it that everyone seems so... together? I feel so lost, Quest, and I can't seem to find any answeres any more." She didn't even blink and only took a breath short enugh to keep herself talking, but perfect enugh to break up her agonizingly slow babbling. "Am I just an outcast now?"
So the cause to her confusion seemed all in a blur. For one thing, she didn't know the question she was seeking answeres for. She simply wanted an escape. Secondly she had no idea the Feilds were saved. Oh yes, she had not the slightest clue that she stuck in something so powerfull that it stopped the Feilds from there pittiless spinning of turmoil... but she was aware of the fact that in doing so, she started her own. And someone needed to stop her.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 27, 2006 23:31:21 GMT -5
your heaven...
ebon pelt shown in the late fall sun, which was getting more rare around here as winter drew near. they both needed to just let go of what had happened in the past. it was over, it was done. he waited patiently until she turned around and looked him in the eye. then, he caught a first glimpse of what was going on in her mind. at her question, he shook is crainum, sending dark tassles flying. together? i dont know. i thought i was the one that was lost. he gazed down at her, wishing he could comfort her more. he bowed his dial and his eyelids shuttered closed. no guila. your not an outcast, at least not to me. shutters flicked open, looking her right in the eye. possibly now was her chance to get her to possibly come with him. youve never been an outcast to me, even from the first moment i met you. now, come with me. we can leave this all behind, and live in the palace. or, if you dont want to live there, we can get just some ordinary land. its your choice, guila. he sighed, hoping it was the right time to ask her to come. or, we can just live like we are now, in turmoil, and just be friends. its your call. he gazed off past her, into the mountains. the wind blew, but it wasn't quite freezing yet. he shifted uncomfortably, for he was a little nervous. what if she wont come with me? he thought of everything but the best. all he thought was she wont, or she doesnt, or things like that. heaving a sigh, he waited.
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Post by theft on Nov 28, 2006 8:40:02 GMT -5
She twitched her withers like something unwanted had touched her and swung her head back to avert her vision from Quest as he spoke. It gave her moment to think without influence; she wanted to live in the palace- just like any 'princess' would, and this terrable state of mind was killing her. Besides, this life was what brought about Asofath- that wretched little thing that was plan B for the anti-light.
Her decision in the end wasn't all the way thought, through it was probably for the better. "Yeah," she began slowly bending around to sqare the horse on, "Let's go."
If there was any one horse that probably understood Guila the most, it was Quest. They were soul mates, and there wasn't any beating that. Their minds worked together hand in hand, so frankly there was never a better royalty. Spirit and Delilah were dethroaned now too, so the evil had been uprooted. Darks were still dark, the nuetrals remained retarded, and now two down to earth creatures had control over the most twisted alience of them all-- Lights. Yup, things had definately taken a turn for the beter; though Guila still had her doubts.
X.x crapidy crap crap. crap crap! lol
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 28, 2006 20:43:45 GMT -5
haha. no musey to even post back. just make a thread in the palace =]]]
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