Every single person enters this world in the same way. Bloody and afraid. Yet completely innocent and unknowing of the dangers in the world, the innocence of it all. If one had a chance to be reborn into the world, completely unknowing would one not take it? It is a second chance to be someone you are not, to shed the skin of someone you once were and create a new image. To erase the wrongs you have committed no matter how horrible the act. However, no such person is blessed with the luck of being reborn...they must work and try to start over in their own way. But some are blessed with starting over in a much easier form.
The night was dead silent.
The type of silence before a violent storm where everything held its breath in fear that with one tiny movement everything would come crashing down. A gentle wind toyed with the branches of thousands of trees, the hundreds of rolled parchments shaking, creating the only sound that seemed to shush everything else, shh shh. The air was chilled and in the darkness, against the sickly glow of the pale moon clouds were rolling in. They churned and fought each other as they slowly devoured more and more of the night sky, what they carried was unknown, whether it be snow or rain it was going to be violent.
On this night Vale was reborn.
Like a storm herself Vale came crashing out of shrubs and weeds like a madman, shattering the silence entirely. The clearing Vale had entered was encircled by trees their many notes rattling eerily and nearby a river trickled quietly. Elegant legs spread far apart for stability Vale dropped her head low, her wings unfolded and resting on the ground, panting and gasping for air as her body violently shook. Sweat and blood (hers and many others) soaked her body and mixed together as it dripped from her wings and face. The moon illuminating her ghostly form.
Suddenly everything went silent again Vale's violent panting filling in the void. It was then the gravity of things crashed down on the mare...she had killed so many horses, so many of them were fucking children. There was no way she could be innocent once more, should she turn herself in for her crimes? There was no way the gods would accept her. Adrenaline gone the small mare collapsed to the ground in the mixture of sweat and blood. Strands of her mane stuck to her face and body.
It was then the pain came. Slamming into her full force it bloomed into her wings and stayed there blinding Vale in white-hot pain. There was something definitely wrong. Blood seeped from between her feathers and ran down painting them in red. Fear once more licked her heart and everything went blurry for a split second, Vale (with extreme difficulty) pulled herself to her hooves. Although extremely painful Vale began frantically beating her wings creating a whomp sound as they violently pushed air yet she did not take flight. No, no no no no- "NO! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! YOUVE DONE ENOUGH!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. Yet he had, Prophet had taken her ability to fly.
The winds began to pick up and violently shook the trees, taking the watery sounds of Vale's sobbing and traveling with them. Fat droplets fell from Vale's cheeks as she cried, every will to survive lost.
The mare allowed her wings to once more fall limply to the ground as she headed towards the river, twin trails of blood followed from her wings. Sobs trailed after too. Vale had the sudden urge to clean herself, she so desperately wanted to be in control of something again. Blood clumped in her trailing mane and tail and was staining her coat a rust-like color, she must have looked crazy.
Entering the chilling river Vale was careful of the floating flames as she waded in until she was up to her stomach in water. Drying and fresh blood turned the crystal water red as it trailed away with the current making the once beautiful place seem like a murder site. Vale's equally long mane and tail both were played with by the current and her giant swan-like wings rested just above the water. The river was so cold that Vale began quivering yet she did not move, it made her feel new and clean. Numb.
So, as the floating torches moved around her making her seem to glow snow began to fall, in small little flecks. Vale closed her eyes and lifted her head allowing the snowflakes to rest on her lashes and nose, her sobbing the only thing filling the air.
She was reborn, covered in blood and absolutely terrified.
OOC::: Im so unbelievably excited! Sorry it's such a long post I kind of went overboard but I hope you like it even though it’s kind of all over the place and crappy <3
TAGS::: @Rhiannon
