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†Chipped blades thrust themselves repeatedly at the scarred earth. The welkin above was a lazy azure flecked with fluffy white hazes. The coral star that offered so much blazed ahead. It's heat filling me with warmth. My ashen epidermis was sleek with health. I was unaware of any beauty behad by me. For it is a vainglorious thing and I was not vainglorious. Rather I was a skeptic. A skeptic of life and our true purpose here. It seemed to elude me but then again lunacy did not. My torso's extensions were just ambling my corpus along. I was in no rush to get to whatever destination lay ahead. My tattered threads were tossed about roughly on a gust of wind. I made no pretenses to ignore this. Merely it was an action to a reaction that I could not control. I knew I made no sense but was I supposed to? My dark pools of sepia pigment were tinged with an ivory ring. I was a bit apprehensive of what I would find here. Though I knew I walked the path of those who passed before me. One being a relative who was very much alive. She was here, of that I was certain. Her redolence was still palpable upon the ambiguous vapor around us, but it was faint to me at best. It spoke of her presence within these regions. I continued on. The scars still pink and ugly upon ashen corpus. I was not as arrogant as my sibling but with a quiet defiance of all things she abhorred, I did too. My chipped blades adding their own scars to mother earth in my aimless wandering. I was but an ashen waif in a sea of unfamiliar faces. As ambiguous as the vapor we thrived on. I am the child bearing Ashen Mustang I have braved five cycles of the seasons I stand only 14.2 at the shoulder No chains hold me No prison holds me |