Post by fleabittengray on Oct 17, 2024 5:28:38 GMT -7
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AUTUMN
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It had been many years since she had last seen Zacky Vengeance, yet she still often thought of the large beast. He had been kind to her when she had first arrived here and had never treated her poorly anytime they met. Her obsession over him had never left, but she never spoke of him to anyone. Not to Sanctio, not toe Bella, not to her own daughter. She kept him to herself, her own little secret obsession, though she knew she would never see him again, in her heart of hearts. He was gone, probably dead. He had been a part of the Dark alliance. Perhaps he had gotten caught up in some conflict or another and perished. That would explain why he hadn't been around in forever. Years had passed without even the faintest hint of him still being in Wild Equines. Not even as a part of the afterlife. But she missed him. Today, with the air crisp around her, cold enough this morning that she could see mist forming with each warm exhale she gave, Autumn found herself wondering if his ghost might still linger in the realm.
That was how she got the idea to come to Pahaendeline - the allegedly haunted graveyard of Wild Equines. It was human made, but the humans were long gone from this realm. Being here, seeing the letters inscribed on broken tombstones and crypts, had an ache in her chest as she thought back to her time with the humans. They had also always been kind to her. The young ones had always braided her mane and talked to her about all the childish nonsense going on in their lives. She had understood some of their words and phrases, in a basic sense, and could feel when they were sad or angry. The adult humans had always trusted her with the little ones, knowing she was soft of heart and wouldn't hurt a fly. They would often find the young ones curled up in her stall on days when life was getting too hard for them and they needed a break. Autumn would be standing there calmly, munching on her oats or her hay, happy to exist and to listen to the human children rant.
But those times were gone, long gone. She was wild now, living in the wilderness, where she had to worry about wolves and bears and where she would get her next meal or drink. She had to worry about wars and politics and alliances, things she still had yet to figure out. Sighing heavily, burdened by her thoughts, the buckskin appaloosa mare walked aimlessly through the misted atmosphere of the graveyard. It was as creepy and unsettling as it was comforting, in some strange way. She liked that there were still remnants of humans here. It made her feel a connection to her past, which she never wanted to forget. Often she regretted ever accidentally escaping. Oh, how the children must have cried... Is my life really better now? she wondered while she walked, carefully picking her way through the overgrown pathways, Or would I have been better off staying?
It was a question that often plagued her. She would never truly have an answer, only sullen contemplations.
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5 years, autumn, early morning