damn. your. savior. As your way is made to a large island, standing towering over the seas, your worn pelt drugged with the salt of the sea and the water, it is made apparent that your life will never be the same. Tall above the cliffs stand a tall black female, locks of black surrounding the dished face, and black eyes that star down to the sea your now engulfed in. Thunder brews above the sky that you view, lightning crashing to the ground, and rain pelting the very remains of you, not underway. Locks of your own are wet upon your canvas.
Now you reach your choice. Before you is this realm of evil, that is evident by it's very outlier. Lands of dark, and rocks that fall to death. Patches of light graze the low lands, hidden within fields of green. Are you evil? Do you wish to join this legion of equine that plan to overtake the inhabitants. Do you possess the strength to hide amongst the last of the goods, if that is your way?
Now it is near. Your hooves below you, thrash to the surface, grating heavily along the deep rocks of the coral. After you pull your fatigued body from the water, a shake is in order. Releasing you from the pressure from the salty sea water, and letting breath reached your deprived lungs. One last look to the black female that still hangs over the cliffs, eyes taunting down on you, and your choice is close. For if you choose a light of light, then you must go now, before the all is lost. If you are lucky the neutral will be found. Be off now young child of the mainland's, make your choice wise, and make your heart what it wills you to be.
forget. your. god
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