Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter tast
Of the blood on my lips, again
The steady burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes, your face
-Iron by Woodkid
NAME ~ Deserni
AGE ~ 8
GENDER ~ Stallion
HERD ~ None
HEIGHT ~ 15.3hh
SPECIES ~ Uni
TYPE ~ Fire
FAMILY ~ None
MATE ~ None
OFFSPRING ~ None
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As foals we are taught to give ourselves to our kingdom, our herd lands; to fight, become impersonalized numbers - pawns to the army. At least, this was how my childhood blossomed. Some, however, have a natural ability above others and climb the hierarchy, becoming more then mere pawns. In my years I gained attention from my superiors for my tactical, loyal and skillful methods in battle. I was proud, but I was never arrogant.
In my fifth year I became a General - a leader of my own soldiers. I believe this is where my chronicles truly begin, and so I shall endow them upon you from here.
My downfall to what I am now began when I was ordered to lead a fight at the outskirts of our herd lands. I knew little of the enemy apart from their infiltrating filth, and so it was presumed they were a band of nomads who wandered too far and claimed too much. The camp we set up was unusual, but with such little threat these 'nomads' set, there seemed little to worry over. The filly next in line for the throne and my childhood friend, Kelis, had joined our ranks. Customary of my people, you cannot run a land and order war if you have never experienced it. There had never been difficulties with such customs; except for one silenced issue - I loved Kelis with all my blackened heart. I dreamed of being her knight in shining armor, to return from battle and proclaim her kingdoms victory. I was naive...
The nomads were difficult to track, and turned out to be run-aways from a neighboring herd; every night I would report to Kelis our proximity to eradication, careful to never be more than the General reporting to his superior. I was proud of my rank, I wouldn't give it up for foolish emotions...but I'm sure she knew, we'd been so close for so long. She knew everything about me - could pick up even the slightest hints of my emotions. Others said I was emotionless, she called me her open book. I'm sure her end was due to my carelessness of not holding down my emotions deep enough.
|Lady Kelis, the enemy had no activity today. We lost their trail days ago, but I'm sure they're planning something.
Deserni, could they not just be retreating? Perhaps we scared them off she'd sung so innocently.
I suppose I was blinded by my love, or perhaps it had been drilled in to me to not question authority. Either way, I spoke of the matter no more and turned to leave, to begin handing out rations for the nights meal.
She stopped me short, Please, stay and feast. You deserve reward for your loyalty...and I miss my old friend.
I don't know what happened from there. I stood there awkwardly while she waited for an answer, unsure of myself - did I accept this as an equal or refuse it as I was customarily supposed to? Did she perhaps return my feelings for her? Oh how I could have just told her as she bit in to the bitter red apple that was her rations...
I suppose my instinct took over, for I remember fighting, then galloping through the bitter snow, a black shadow, flames nearly extinguished; now fighting for life, for comprehension. Fear and adrenaline pumping through my veins as I sped through this cold, dark existance - sorrowful, anguished...
I'll never know, I'll never speak to her again. As I watched her fall in to an endless sleep my cry of fear began to blur my logical thought. What the rebels had been planning was suddenly so clear...they'd laced our food supplies with poison.
Others of my squadron galloped to the scene, but to them the evidence was there - I was alone with her and had been for longer than usual, now she was nevermore...
I was accused for the crime in a flurry of confusion and hysteria.
I fought, I tried to explain...they were loyal to me, but they worshiped her, and now outraged and confused the only logical answer to settle the matter they saw was to destroy me. A life for a life.
About Grulla here blah. Get around to this, Whisper!
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