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[newbiepoo]

It all happened so fast. One second Memory was pregnant and so excited to have a child of her own, forgetting the fact of how the child came to be. And the next, the body of her child that she carried for the many long months lay lifeless on the ground. Memory did everything she could to get the foal to move but nothing seemed to bring the lifeless body to its feet. Tears streaming down her face as she wept. All she wanted for the longest time was to see her very own child and now seeing it before her on the ground, a stillbirth, made her stomach churn. What had she done? What had she done to upset the gods so much that they would curse her with such a painful thing such as this?

It was a question she has asked herself for some time now. Memory had lost count of the days or weeks or even months it had been since that horrible day. Sure, she wanted nothing more then to forget that day and never think of it again but that was impossible. It was engrained into her mind. To this day Memory still blames herself. She still asks herself what she could have done that would have caused such a horrible thing. She was so careful, she was sure of it. Maybe she was just not meant to carry children, which even in itself brought tears to her eyes again. Just the thought of not being able to have such a child made her heart even heavier. It was the one thing Memory wanted most.

But Memory had heard talk of a place among the lands that you could go and possible see those of whom you had lost. This had sparked her interest. Maybe then she could even ask the frail body of the infant she lost. Look her in the eyes and ask her why she left this earth so soon. Ask her if this was all in the Gods' plans for her. So many questions began to stir in her mind. But would this really even happen? Was this all just rumors that had spread and had began to make one giant story that other would pass down to others? At that moment, the cremello mare did not care. She had to try. There had to be answers and if there was a place to get them, maybe that was the place to start.

Memory knew she was drawing near when the sight of stones sticking out of the ground showing where bodies were laid to rest at one point in time. It left an erie feeling in the pit of her stomach as her long slender legs carried her cream body deeper into the hall of the dead, what a creepy name that was.. The mist that filled the air was thick but she could still see for a ways in front of her. However the grey stones were becoming silouettes in the grey mist and soon were blending in. She was soon surrounded by grey. The sky was a grey as well. All in all the place just left her feeling even more sorrowful then when she first was. Regret began to fill her heart. Maybe this was a bad idea to come here.



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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Mephala
The Webspinner

Blue oculars watched the tiny, spindly legged creatures dance up and over the various obstacles buried deep under the earth. The stench of death was strong within the hall. Maggots crawled across the earth eating upon the freshly dead and rotting corpses. Cobwebs littered the entire area and spiders were everywhere, moving around in their home, waiting on the flies to come to them and trap themselves in their web. Even though the name was "Hall of the Dead", it was very much alive, depending on how you looked at it. A humming started up as the brindled ess danced around the little space, singing to herself, cobwebs caught in her mane and tail with spiders crawling along her skin. They did not bother her, for they were her friends. The song she hummed was no known song, just something that came from her head. Any other female would be bothered by all the death and decay but the bucksin brindle seemed to be perfectly at ease.

Mephala went straight up to a large female spider that was wrapping up her next meal. Pure curiosity poured off the gray mare, her red speckled orbs focused completely on the spider. " Come friend, do not be afraid, I've come to play!" She said in her soft voice, flickering her tail and the long tresses smacked the spider and Mephala gasped before going into a giggling fit. She bounded backwards, looking for her friend, calling out her 'name'. She wasn't a very showy mare, but when she was alone with her friends, she was very playful. She danced around the bones, kicking up dust that was most likely really old bones that had wound up crushed. She was nothing like her twin, or her mother. She was herself. Mephala The Webspinner.

Her dancing stopped instantly and she looked around, the dust settling onto her flesh, harks twitching at a sound in the distance. An intruder. She giggled softly and danced around the bodies and rocks. Soon she could smell the other being..a mare. She smelt of life, washing over the scent of death quite easily. She wondered what this mare was doing in a place like this! This was no place for pretty little mares! Long legs carried her swiftly through the various outcrops of the hall, her dark body blending in beautifully. Soon she came upon the new comer and a smile spread across her lips. She wondered if she could play with this mare. She let her giggle carry out to the cremello mare as she herself hid in the darkness. Her dark pelt making her virtually invisible. "There's a spider on the floor, on the floor. There's a spider on the floor, on the floor. Who could ask for any more, than a spider on the floor? There's a spider on the floor, on the floor." She sang from the darkness, letting her giggle follow her vocals.

newbiepoo K THIS LITERALLY SUCKS BALLS

[KUNA ✌]

lyric !

The fish cannot explain why things happen. She wishes she could (she wishes she could save every life, she wishes she could have all the answers, she wishes the sun would shine more, she wishes chaos would seek another place, she wishes order would reign forever so no one would be sad) and yet she never knows. There is too much in the world that happens, but she supposes it must. If nothing ever happened, there would be no life. In every life there must be trials and rough roads, just as there must be victories and paved roads. The fish only hopes she can bring the victories and paved roads, despite how rocky everything always seems.

She finds her mission in life to be shown here, standing among the dry, pale bones of the dead. Sometimes she will come here to revive her vigor, to re-find the purpose of her mission. Sometimes, however, she will come to mourn all who are dead. She will mourn the filly she tried to save, pushing her out of the way from the sharp rock that impaled her instead, but only ended up killing instead. The rocks had fallen, the herd had died, and she had slipped in and out of consciousness for decades, her body healing around the rock and yet still leaving her trapped, alive, in a tomb.

The world is a terrible, cruel place and all the fish wants to do is spread some light.

Her eyes take in the sight of the cremello mare, so out of place in the dark forest, that it’s alarmingly obvious. Although perhaps she is as well (scaled skin, blue koi and sea blue patterned body, electric blue orchid eyes, the very air of peace and order leaking from her nostrils) and with an elegant shrug of her head she heads toward the other mare. However, a child beats the goddess to it, and the fish resists from breaking her stride, curious to see how the interaction takes place. The child doesn’t reveal herself, instead giggling and singing a song about spiders.

The fish reaches the pair of them smoothly, her interesting gait carrying her easily. A warm nicker leaves her throat, soft and light and yet clearly heard. Her muzzle touches the cremello mare swiftly on her shoulder in greeting. A zap of emotion, memories, feelings, personality, and knowledge tingles through the fish and suddenly she knows. Memory is here to see if her stillborn daughter is here, to talk to her and find out what happened and whether it can be fixed. There’s a bright ray of hope in the darkness of grief and the fish’s heart lurches in pain for the once-mother.

“Oh, Memory,” she softly calls, her voice dripping with the aching feeling that takes place in both of their hearts. “Your poor daughter… I’m so sorry.” A tear trickles out of the fish’s electric eyes, sliding across her scaled face rapidly. Such a young life already lost to the chaos and destruction of the world. Gathering her emotions together, the goddess raises her eyes. Suddenly her gaze turns toward the little girl singing from the shadows. “Little web-spinner, please come here,” she says gently, a twinkle of curiosity in her gaze. She doesn’t say anything else, knowing she has already said too much for anyone to consider her as normal.

She isn’t, however, and they should know that.

She is a helper, a healer, a friend, an entity.

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