Post by adamantine on Feb 25, 2018 18:55:19 GMT
Kel
"Cause they know and so do I.
The high road is hard to find.
A detour to your new life.
Tell all of your friends goodbye.
It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide."
The High Road | Broken Bells
"Cause they know and so do I.
The high road is hard to find.
A detour to your new life.
Tell all of your friends goodbye.
It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide."
The High Road | Broken Bells
Rippling bands of grass bent under the force of the wind sweeping over the steppes, rustling the branches of clumps of trees and creating the illusion of a thousand whispers.
She paid no attention to the breath of nature as it grasped hold of her mane and tail and sent them billowing, like a fine black tapestry reduced to nothing but a thousand threads, at the mercy of the wind. Her wings were tucked close as her feathers were ruffled, as if the wind wanted to steal them away too.
She was not afraid or deterred. This same wind had pushed against her for years upon years, knocking her down, tossing her about in the sky, but she had never once given in. Even when everything had been snatched out from underneath her as a wide-eyed filly, she had never considered surrendering to the jaws of this harsh world. Call it unbridled tenacity, call it sheer spite, but whatever it was, it had kept her moving even when the whole world wanted to bring her to her knees. The trails she traveled were ones she blazed herself, following roads untaken and uncharted.
The clouds overhead raced across the sky, and in the distance a thunderhead was building slowly and surely. For now, she could wander where she pleased, but soon she would need shelter. Emerald eyes squinted at the dark clouds, almost an unspoken challenge to the storm. Bring it on...bring the rain and the lightning and the cold and the darkness and the booming thunder that shattered the sky. She feared nothing.
Storms came and went. This one would be like any other she had weathered in her life, perhaps devastating, perhaps long, but never enough to destroy her spirit. They had taken her mother and her father, her past and her heritage, her future and her safety, but they could never steal her spirit and her freedom.
And on this day, like any other as a nomad with no home and no family, she could at least stand tall and hold her head high, beholden to no one and nothing. It was the one thing she had that no Dawnlander or Wastelander could have: independence. Autonomy. Being the queen of herself.
She liked that idea. Her Majesty Kel, Queen of Nothing, Ruler of Nowhere.
No one would ever call her that, but she did not need anyone to.
She paid no attention to the breath of nature as it grasped hold of her mane and tail and sent them billowing, like a fine black tapestry reduced to nothing but a thousand threads, at the mercy of the wind. Her wings were tucked close as her feathers were ruffled, as if the wind wanted to steal them away too.
She was not afraid or deterred. This same wind had pushed against her for years upon years, knocking her down, tossing her about in the sky, but she had never once given in. Even when everything had been snatched out from underneath her as a wide-eyed filly, she had never considered surrendering to the jaws of this harsh world. Call it unbridled tenacity, call it sheer spite, but whatever it was, it had kept her moving even when the whole world wanted to bring her to her knees. The trails she traveled were ones she blazed herself, following roads untaken and uncharted.
The clouds overhead raced across the sky, and in the distance a thunderhead was building slowly and surely. For now, she could wander where she pleased, but soon she would need shelter. Emerald eyes squinted at the dark clouds, almost an unspoken challenge to the storm. Bring it on...bring the rain and the lightning and the cold and the darkness and the booming thunder that shattered the sky. She feared nothing.
Storms came and went. This one would be like any other she had weathered in her life, perhaps devastating, perhaps long, but never enough to destroy her spirit. They had taken her mother and her father, her past and her heritage, her future and her safety, but they could never steal her spirit and her freedom.
And on this day, like any other as a nomad with no home and no family, she could at least stand tall and hold her head high, beholden to no one and nothing. It was the one thing she had that no Dawnlander or Wastelander could have: independence. Autonomy. Being the queen of herself.
She liked that idea. Her Majesty Kel, Queen of Nothing, Ruler of Nowhere.
No one would ever call her that, but she did not need anyone to.