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Amaunet
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“The forest rose like a dream
from the mind of Chaos’s lonely daughter
and the sun fell heavy and thick
to warm the blood of a world"



For a girl with blood that sings of freedom, and chaos, and all the bits of the world stretching on without end, there is a surprising amount of all three to be found in the bright spaces around the stars. Each step on the hollow not-earth, and between the glittering fog clouds of galaxies, and through the blackness so thick she could drown in it, Amaunet feels like a thing awakened. There is holiness here, remnants of a time before the gods and before all the mortal sins.

And of course there is chaos here. It's in the great collisions between the stars, and the planets, and the black-holes collapsing inward. Her own form glows with each explosion of light, and cosmic matter, and stars replicating like sick cells of each other. All she has in this hour of neither here nor there is her bloody warpaint and her golden accents. Each reflects in her light like blood and wealth, war and victory.

Soon she is another divine star moving through the blackness. She's soft gold against the thick dark and the bright silver. Like a virgin sun she moves, curious and almost shy, about the world around her. But deeper than that, in her blood and marrow, she moves not like a sun but like the cosmic snake twisting between the real and the dream sea.

Amaunet is not devouring her own tail. Instead she's swallowing a bit of darkness twisted with filaments of comet fire.

The black mares pulls out of the darkness, almost too suddenly to be a thing of flesh and bone instead of stardust. She smiles for the chaos of it, for that thrill in her heart as it starts to race in a way that has nothing at all to do with fear. Her hooves carry her closer, each step a distant purr of thunder echoing on the hollow not-earth.

“Hello.” She sighs the greeting with stardust and those filament of comet fire shining between her lips. At her side her feathers whisper another greeting, wing to wing in the language all birds of prey are born knowing.


@Lucinda

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Messages In This Thread
chaos in motion - by Lucinda - 04-07-2020, 08:55 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Amaunet - 04-09-2020, 06:05 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Lucinda - 04-20-2020, 04:28 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Amaunet - 04-27-2020, 02:27 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Lucinda - 05-30-2020, 04:09 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Amaunet - 06-09-2020, 04:49 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Lucinda - 06-28-2020, 08:30 PM
RE: chaos in motion - by Amaunet - 07-09-2020, 02:46 PM
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