Post by HAETHUM ` on Feb 8, 2015 21:58:54 GMT -5
Psykhe
3 years
mare
fallen
Ambrosia (mother/mustang) X Iesos (father/lustiano)
a blue roan paint with lavender irises. She stands about 15.2 hands, with a sturdy but elegant physique.
generally stable, she often experiences major fear when among the darks or thestrals. She isn't necessarily a coward, but she is no fool. Relying on her speed and intellect, Psykhe has only survived by responding in flight.
The land was desolate, and I could hardly remember much from this time except the angels and demons fighting, with the light fading all too fast. My mother, like a celestial being, wrapped in lightened white-silver fibers with gray undertones, and icy eyes to match, hailing by the name of Ambrosia was my savior that day. We had been running since my father, Iesos, hadn't returned from battle. She swept me away farther and farther, but like parasites, the hell-spawn followed and sought us out. I was growing, but not fast enough. She would do anything to keep me alive, that much was evident. It pained me to see her so exhausted with my survival, but I meant everything to her. The last memory I had of my father was something of a blur. I was younger than the 6 month mark which changed my life forever. He was large, encased in a darkened cloak. His eyes were equally dark, but his heart carried none. He was general of is regime, and deployed to stop Blitzkrieg himself.
There was only so far we could run, they always found us. Ambrosia was tired of running, and when she felt she needed to give up, she looked at me with fearful eyes, welling with tears. And as they streamed, she whispered to me, "hide forever if you have to, live my child, for you may be God's only angel left." She was skittish with every word, every syllable enhanced with her yearning for my eternity. And as she whirled around, upon the horizon stood the flame of hell, his rusted mass immense amongst them all and plummeting toward the pair of us. She turned to me again, within the lasting daylight her alabaster fibers glinted with the angelic sheen of the heavens. "Be the Fallen, have faith in God, and fear them all, for they are the devil reincarnate, and they will never stop." Her words were broken up now, yet still laced with her feminine coo which felt like velvet to my ears. Such hysteria dripped from every word, and then I felt her silky muzzle against my shoulder, expressing love as well as an urgent message for me to turn and run. "go now, my child, and know that I will love you forever." I turned, ran a small distance before skidding to a halt and diving into some bushes which would conceal my small frame entirely. I peered through the twigs and leaves as my celestial mother pivoted with the grace of God, and faced the onslaught all her own. The king, only known as Blitzkrieg, engaged her without quarter. The ablaze male reared, and struck her with a hoof to the skull, and the sound so intense I flinched. She stumbled, and I quivered, tears now blurring my vision almost entirely. She remained upon her feet, though, as the others encircled her. She rose, striking out at Blitzkrieg, then kicking back at the onlookers. The hell spawn king struck again, this time with both front hooves, just barely missing her, and I felt a kindling of hope within. The others stole attacks, kicking her sides, her haunches, and even her legs at the vital points. Soon, I could see her beginning to buckle, and the rusted kaiser then lashed out again. He hit her skull again, one hoof, then the second, and down she went. When her body fell from my vision, they all attacked her like vultures on the last carcass on earth. When the first blood spritz painted the horses around her, I closed my eyes. Such a screamingfest and chaos so maniacal, I almost went insane myself. When the beating ended, they came speeding passed me, thundering on for more victims, and I remained in my bush until midnight.
I awoke curled within the bush, unknowing of what day or time it was. The desolate land was exactly that, and silent. The wind rustled the bush, but i remained. It must have been a week before i stirred from my hiding place, and finally I embraced this world again-- alone. I consumed my bush, having not eaten for a long period of time, my stomach begged for some type of nourishment.
Years passed, and I ran. I ran my entire life, hiding when I could and desperately looking for another Fallen, hoping I wasn't the very last, but I feared the worst.
remember when i moved in you
the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was